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Meeting After Ten Years Ch. 01

By: Tdisk



Mike and Becca dated briefly in college but drifted apart. Ten years later they met unexpectedly at a trade show in New York City. Mike invited Becca to lunch.

Becca was wearing a conservative business suit but Mike could see she had kept her college figure. In fact, it appeared to him her shape had been significantly enhanced. The suit jacket covered up the specifics but Mike suspected her breasts might have surgically 'grown' a cup size or two. He tried to be discrete but his eyes and mind kept returning to her tits. He couldn't see them but he wondered if he might be able to enjoy them a little later.

It was rapidly established that they were both unmarried and lived only about 30 minutes apart in the New York suburbs. They were both staying in the city for client meetings during the trade show. This certainly increased the sexual possibilities. Mike reflected on their dating experiences as he fantasized about having sex with Becca. They had not had sex in college but he'd played with her tits- 'B cups' back then and he'd received a blowjob on their third date. He couldn't recall exactly why they didn't continue dating but summer vacation had intervened. They didn't see each other over the summer nor start dating again when they returned to school. 

Not having much time their lunchtime conversation was disjointed and rushed. They determined that they worked in separate fields. Their respective firms just happened to provide legal and graphic arts services, respectively, to several of the electronics companies at the trade show. Neither of them would normally go to the show but each had a reason on this particular day. They laughed at the karma of their meeting. After touching on various mutual friends, etc their schedules dictated that lunch must end.

Mike invited Becca to dinner and they agreed on a mutually convenient time and place to meet near the trade show venue. He was distracted all afternoon by thoughts about her tits. She was tall and thin in college and her "B" cup breasts were nicely shaped and fine for her body. She still looked thin or at least very fit. If as Mike suspected she'd had surgery to bring her tits up to a "D", they would really look huge on her body. Could he be wrong? The jacket covered everything but it certainly seemed to fit her upper body well and her chest looked big. Her ass and legs looked trim; she certainly wasn't fat- only her chest seemed to have grown. Mike was hoping he'd get the chance to reacquaint himself with her body- enhanced or not.

As they met for dinner Mike again discretely tried to assess Becca's body. Her tits were definitely bigger; he was sure of it.

Mike had picked the best restaurant near the hotel in the hope that it would offer a nice atmosphere. In making the reservation he'd also asked for a private table. The hostess seated them at a small table in a quiet corner- definitely a lover's table. After some small talk about the afternoon Mike said, "You look great. You look even better than in college."

Becca blushed and replied, "Thank you. You look good, too." She then leaned forward and in a soft voice said, "Thank you for the compliment but I doubt you've noticed anything about my body other than my breasts. Your eyes have been focused on my tits since we met."

Mike was embarrassed but recovered quickly saying, "Well, I was complimenting all of you. I did think your breasts looked great but your suit jacket makes a full assessment rather difficult. You look very pretty and I was trying not to stare but, yes, I couldn't help but notice your chest."

Becca smiled and unbuttoned her jacket. She was wearing a thin shell under the jacket. The lapels of the jacket spread only a few inches apart so Mike couldn't really see much more than before. The unbuttoning gesture was, however, a clear invitation so he became more bold, saying, "Thanks for the button but your jacket is still covering you. Sit back and open your jacket a little more."

Becca did exactly as requested but then let the lapels close again quickly. Mike found the brief view of Becca's torso intriguing. Her thin top was stretched tightly over what had to be "D" or "DD" cup breasts. He assumed she'd had enhancement surgery- excellent surgery since at least through the shell her tits looked perfectly natural. He mumbled, "Wow. You look great," as he struggled with what else to say.

Mike's dilemma was that he thought he'd seen a small circle of wetness on Becca's left breast. She hadn't said anything about a baby but could she be lactating? Maybe that's why her tits looked so big. He didn't want to point out the spot; he wasn't even sure he'd seen it.

Becca broke the silence by observing, "I thought you'd like them. They're a lot bigger than in college."

Mike said again, "They-you look great."

Becca smiled as she enjoyed Mike's awkwardness. She then said, "Thanks. I really haven't gotten used to my big tits. I'm very top- heavy. Finding clothes big enough on top that aren't too big at my waist and hips is almost impossible. My doctor friend has taken to calling me 'Barbie'. Remember when somebody computed that if a Barbie doll was human sized she'd have something like a "40" bust over an 18" waist? I'm obviously not that thin but I do feel very top heavy."

Mike hesitated and then said, "Well...having a figure like Barbie is a good thing. You actually look bustier than Barbie. I assume you got what you asked for...and your breasts look very natural and well, lots of women would love to have the problems you mentioned."

Having tricked Mike into the conclusion that she'd had a boob job, Becca feigned indignation and said, "You think I had my breasts enhanced don't you?"

Mike was mortified and mumbled, "Well, ah... as I said, you look great."

Becca smiled and decided to let him off the hook but only partially. She opened her jacket again and pulled her arms back to boldly display her chest while she proudly said, "I'll have you know my tits are100% natural... well, not exactly 100% natural but I didn't get implants. It was more like an accident."

Now it was Mike's turn to smile, "An accident?" 

"Yes, now put your eyes back in your head. Let's order dinner and I'll explain in a little while."

Mike was now sure about the spot on Becca's top which would suggest lactation but she had never mentioned a baby. He was confused but also aroused by the thought that Becca might have natural breasts that were swollen with milk.

They both took a minute to review the menu and placed their order. Mike couldn't wait for the server to leave. He wanted to hear about Becca's accident. He guessed that maybe she meant she'd gotten pregnant by accident but she hadn't said anything about having a baby. She didn't sound sad or depressed. If she'd lost the baby or put it up for adoption she wouldn't be so upbeat and wouldn't still be lactating. It was all very confusing. He figured he'd better not assume anything. If he said the wrong thing his chances of getting lucky tonight could drop like a stone.

When the waiter had left and their privacy was restored Becca said, "About 8 or 9 months ago I went to my Ob-Gyn about the painful periods I was having. After a month of tests she couldn't find anything biologically wrong but talked to me about enrolling in a clinical trial for a new birth control pill. A lot of women use the pill to regulate their periods. This trial was for a new pill that uses different hormones and other secret formulations. Preliminary results had suggested the new pill reduced menstrual pain so I signed up.

Within a month my bras started to feel tight but I didn't think anything about it; I blamed the washing machine. After two months my tits were definitely bigger- I had to buy all new bras and some of my tops were too tight. The doctor said I was fine and should simply enjoy the extra male attention I was getting. After another month or two I went up another cup size and my breasts felt very tender. I was scared and was sure the pill was the cause."

"Wow," said Mike, "What did the doctors say?"

"I was having monthly check-ups. They didn't say much but the drug company sent out a technical rep to interview me and to calm me down. They arranged for me to see an independent Ob-Gyn for a physical and consultation. She assured me I was healthy.

"I was going to drop out of the study but the company agreed to give me extra check- ups and they're paying me to continue with the pill. I gathered that of the thousand women in the study only a few had my side effects. You can imagine that if they can figure out why the pill works this way in my body they might be able to create a blockbuster bust enlargement pill."

"I guess you were right; it was an accident," said Mike. "I couldn't imagine what kind of an accident would make your breasts bigger. I guess I should mention that your story has given me a huge erection."

"I'm not finished with my story. I'm not sure how your cock is going to react to the next part."

Mike was embarrassed again. He shouldn't have said anything about his cock but in any case he wanted to hear what Becca had to say. He looked at her inquisitively.

"About a month ago," continued Becca, "my tits started to produce milk. It was just a little at first but gradually increased. I have to use a breast pump several times a day now to relieve the pressure. I'm producing about 8 oz a day from each breast. The doctor says nursing mothers typically produce twice that so she's warned me that I may get even bigger and will have to pump more often."

Becca paused and reached for her wine. "That's my story; as I said my tits are very real but my condition isn't exactly natural. Have I grossed you out?"

"That's incredible," replied Mike. "I'm sure it's been very difficult for you. I can't imagine all of the changes you've experienced. For myself, I have to confess your story has made my cock ache. I keep thinking that the breasts I played with in college have gotten all swollen and sexy. I hope that's okay to say. I don't mean to be a sexist pig but I'm trying to be honest."

"It's okay," said Becca. "I'm happy you're turned on. I was concerned all afternoon about how you'd react. I was hoping you might be turned on. Among the effects I'm experiencing is extreme horniness. My tits are very sensitive and drawing the milk out of them is very erotic. I have an orgasm almost every time."

Mike replied, "I'd certainly like to examine this situation more closely. I have a room at the hotel if you wouldn't mind my drooling over you. I'd love to feel your breasts and, if it's alright, suck on you."

"I'm certainly up for that; just remember that you have to be gentle. You sound a little excited."

The couple tried to talk about other topics during dinner but Becca's tits were never out of their minds. From time to time Mike would ask a question about some aspect of Becca's condition.

Mike asked Becca for more information about the drug trial. How they could give her such an experimental medicine? Becca explained that apparently her body was one of only a few to have her side effects. For virtually everyone else in the test group it was simply birth control. Technically she was still part of the original drug trial. The drug company had insisted on that. They could only continue giving her the drug if she was a participant. The fact that they were gathering extra information about her side effects didn't violate any medical-legal rules. They were paying her well for the extra information and she cooperated with extra exams, keeping a journal of her milking and freezing milk samples daily. They wouldn't admit it but she was sure they hoped she held clues that might help them create a bust enhancement pill.

He also asked if the doctors had said how long the condition might last.

Becca said nobody knew but the working theory was that her body was acting as if she'd had a baby. As with other nursing mothers lactation could continue for as long as the milk was being sucked out on a regular basis- even for years. On the other hand, in her case it might stop as soon as she stopped taking the pill. She'd agreed to continue on the pill for 45 more days so that question would be determined at that time.

Mike also couldn't resist asking if she thought her breast size was still increasing. Becca said she felt she'd stabilized at 34DD except that when her breasts were full they were larger. She noted that with her frame not being very big her tits looked enormous to her whether they were full or not. Since the doctor had told her the milk quantity hadn't yet peaked she expected she'd be even bigger. She added, "I assume you saw the wet spot on my blouse. That's a new problem if I delay pumping or if I get aroused. The milk builds up and my tits literally hurt with the pressure. Some milk leaks out. "

Becca added, "I'm not looking forward to having even more milk stretching my tits. I'm also a little worried about how I'll look when this is all over but my doctor tells me millions of women have lived the experience. Mothers who nursed have darker nipples and their breasts stay a little larger but they're not ugly."

"Of course not," Mike replied. "You'll be a MILF; actually I guess you already are. I can't wait to get your clothes off."

As soon as they were in Mike's room he embraced Becca passionately. They kissed deeply and Mike's hands caressed Becca's back. His hands made a couple of dips to her ass. She felt just as fit as he'd thought. Her chest pressed noticeably against his and his hard cock poked against her.

Becca broke the kiss and stepped back. She opened her jacket and removed it. She knew Mike was lustfully staring at her chest and she enjoyed the feeling. Still covered in the thin blouse Becca cupped her large breasts in her hands and said, "So... what do you think?"

"Fabulous," said Mike.

Becca smiled at the comment and then dropped her hands to her skirt. As she removed her skirt she said,"You should take your clothes off, too. You don't want breast milk on your suit. It stains."

Mike was soon wearing only boxers and Becca stood before him in a white nursing bra and plain white panties. "Pardon my lingerie," she said. "Nursing bras aren't designed to be sexy and I wasn't expecting to be showing my bra to anyone."

"I've never seen a nursing bra. I've always thought the idea of the flaps for access was sexy," said Mike. "Today, though, we need to get rid of the bra so I can have see and touch every inch of your breasts."

Mike stepped closer as Becca reached for the front clasp on her bra. She clicked it open and grasped the edges of each cup- pulling each one out and to the side -- gradually exposing her huge tits.

Mike stared and murmured, "Fabulous." His hands gently cupped and fondled each breast. "They're incredible," said Mike. "I've never seen any breasts that could compare."

Mike caressed Becca's breasts and told her he'd been visualizing them since they met in the late morning. He said, "I remember you had perfectly shaped breasts when we were in college. Somehow they've grown dramatically but kept their perfect shape. 

"Needless to say, the rest of your body looks great, too. I'm sure most new mothers with swollen breasts don't have the toned body you have. You really do have a body like Barbie- well, maybe like her busty sister. Your nipples look to be about ½" tall. They look delicious."

"They're delicious if you like milk. You're not going to be able to get near them without getting wet. If you're okay with that I'd love to feel your mouth on me. I pumped at about 4 o'clock. You can suck out what my body's made since then."

Mike didn't need to be invited twice. His mouth encircled her left nipple and they both groaned with passion. Mike's tongue explored the large nub and he brushed his lips against it to measure its size and texture. Milk immediately wet his lips and he loved knowing that he'd made Becca leak. The whole experience was kinky and erotic. He'd never had such great tits in his mouth and certainly never teased breast milk from a nipple. Mike said, "They feel hot and very firm; I can sense the pressure that's built up."

After toying with Becca's nipple and enjoying the small release of milk he knew sucking on that nipple was the next step. Mike whispered, "I want to suck on you and can't imagine stopping once I get started. Come lie down on the bed with me; let's get those granny panties off you. I'd like total access." They lay down next to each other and Mike again said, "I'm new at this. Tell me if I suck too hard or not hard enough and tell me when you want me to move to your other side."

"Shut up and suck on me. I've been thinking about this all day."

Mike's mouth closed over Becca's nipple and he soon found the right suction- enough to make the milk flow and to arouse Becca. Her excitement was obvious and Mike's arousal increased as he knew he was giving her pleasure.

Mike's left hand slipped down to her Venus Mound and cradled the area of her clit allowing Becca to press against him. Within a minute Becca was having her first of several orgasms. After a few minutes Becca told Mike to switch breasts. She rolled away from him slightly to raise her right breast and he enveloped that nipple. Again, he marveled at the size of her nipple. It was probably twice as big as it had been in college. He guessed each breast was probably twice as big too.

After perhaps 10 minutes, Becca pushed Mike away saying, "I think you've drained me completely. Let me feel your cock inside of me. How would you like me to ride you cowgirl style so you can enjoy my tits?"

"Wow," replied Mike. "That's exactly what I had in mind but I didn't want to sound selfish."

Mike rolled onto his back and Becca climbed on top of him. She knelt over his crotch and lowered herself onto his rock hard cock. As she eased down Mike's hips thrust up- knocking her off balance. "Calm down, Mike. I know you're excited but I'm not running away. Your cock feels great."

Becca leaned back a little and caressed the lower and outer sides of her breasts to tease Mike. "I think my magic tits have seduced you. I could ask you to do anything and you'd agree if you could play with these."

"You're right," replied Mike. "Anything..." He reached up and fondled her huge tits while marveling at her sexy body. "They're much softer now. Before they were hard; I guess I did a good job."

Becca raised and lowered herself and Mike thrust into her- trying to control his lust. They were both soon at the edge of a climax. Becca came first and that pushed Mike over the edge. His last thrust unsettled Becca and she fell forward onto his chest. Even though he was still in mid orgasm he was excited by her tits being crushed against his chest. What an incredible day he'd had.

As the couple rested together Becca toyed with Mike's cock and it soon came back to life. As he hardened she said, "There's a sex act I'd like to try. I can only do it at a time like this when I've recently been milked and my tits are soft. Would you like to fuck my tits?"

"Of course I would! What guy wouldn't?"

Becca moved to sit on the edge of the bed with her legs spread and her feet on the floor. Mike rapidly moved to stand in front of her. Becca reached for her purse and retrieved a small bottle of lube. She dripped a few drops on the inner slope of each breast, put the bottle down and brought her hands to the outside of each breast. Mike stepped forward. He bent his knees slightly and his cock settled between her tits as Becca pushed them around him. Mike moved his hips to thrust between them. He watched as his cock head appeared and disappeared at the top of the tunnel Becca was providing. He was in heaven.

Since he'd already cum, Mike was able to fuck for an extended time without cumming. His back started to hurt from his slight crouch. He told Becca about his back and wondered if they could continue with Becca lying down. She surprised him by saying, "No. Your cock is nicely lubed. Stand up comfortably and jack yourself off onto my tits." As she spoke Becca fondled her tits roughly and said "Worship my tits. Give me your cum."


Meeting After Ten Years Ch. 01



Mike's cock jerked with her words. He grabbed it and squeezed it tightly as he pumped it. Within a minute he was aching to cum over Becca's tits as she continued her obscene handling of them and her verbal challenge saying, "They're the best tits you've ever seen. Look at these big nipples. They're certainly the best you've ever touched and sucked. Cum on them now!" His cock exploded and he directed his cum to her sexy left nipple.

As they each cleaned up Mike told Becca how much he'd enjoyed being with her. He asked if she'd spend the night but she said she needed to return to her room. She would need to pump her breasts before going to a 9 o'clock client meeting. Mike said, "If you'd let me, I'd love to drain you in the morning."

"Oh, that sounds nice..., but then I might be late for my meeting. "

"As you said, I'll do anything. I'll start as early as you want so we'll be sure to get you out on time. I'll be as romantic or as clinical as you want. I'm at your service my buxom MILF. "

Becca said she'd stay the night but needed to at least pick up her pills and toothbrush. They dressed and went to her room- deciding to pack up all of her things and move them to Mike's room so she'd have less to do in the morning before checking out.

They returned to Mike's room and slept soundly until the alarm woke them at 6. After their respective morning bathroom routines Becca said, "This morning is more biology than romance but let's not think of it as 'clinical'. I'd like you to truly enjoy sucking on me and I'll enjoy it too. There will be more milk since it's been twice as long since my last milking; yesterday you got about 4 hours worth since I'd pumped in the late afternoon. My breasts are really full in the morning. They ache and almost feel like they could burst. I'm really looking forward to your mouth on them instead of a plastic suction cup. When my breasts are done you're going to want to fuck me. That's great; I'll want that, too but you'll need to use a condom. I put a couple on the table."

Mike looked at her quizzically and Becca said, "I'll be taking a shower afterwards but if you don't use a condom some of your semen will still be inside. I can't risk having it leak down my leg when I'm with a client later."

The couple got comfortable on the bed and Mike settled in to suck on Becca's left breast. He said, "It's hotter and more swollen than last night." Silently, he liked the thought that Becca's breasts were painfully swollen and that he was going to relieve her discomfort while enjoying himself.

Her big nipple fit perfectly in his mouth and Becca gasped softly at the first contact. Emboldened by his experience from the prior day, Mike sucked confidently. His one hand caressed her breast and assured it would remain at his mouth. He marveled at its size and heat. In response to signs of arousal from Becca, he placed his other hand over her clit and pressed gently. Each of their bodies reacted sexually to their intimate contact. As had occurred the prior night, Becca had several orgasms during the course of his draining of her breast.

After about ten minutes Becca indicated it was time to switch breasts. They adjusted the placement of their bodies and Mike latched onto her other nipple. He relished the immediate flow of milk from her swollen globe. 

Again, Becca had multiple orgasms over an extended period. He loved playing with her big tits but he also loved giving her climaxes. Each orgasm was almost like a notch on his macho belt- proof that he was her stud. Selfishly, he also felt that her pleasure helped assure his continued access to her tits.

When Becca was drained she told him so and reminded him about the condom. He dutifully put it on and moved between Becca's legs in the missionary position. They were both enjoying the penetration but it was soon evident that he was not going to last long. Becca said, "You can cum in the condom or you can pull out and jack off onto my tits- your choice." 

Becca's words pushed Mike over the edge as he filled the condom and thrust deeper into her welcoming pussy. After recovering a bit, Mike said, "You're too sexy for me. When you said I could cum on your tits, that's what I wanted to do but it was already too late. Your words made me cum."

"Next time," said Becca.

The trade show ended at noon and each of them needed to return to their office in the afternoon. They made a date for Mike to come to Becca's condo at 6PM for a take- out dinner. Breast milking and sex would be the appetizer.

When Mike arrived that evening he said, "Before I get distracted by your body we should talk a little."

"Okay."

Mike said, "The last 30 hours have been fantastic for me but I've been feeling guilty today that I've been so obsessed with your breasts that I've been treating you as a sex object. 

"Well, I am a sex object. You're a guy. I have huge lactating tits. You can't help yourself. I know that and I've been enjoying it. Your lust and your mouth are much nicer for me than a plastic suction cup. Since I've been using you for my comfort and sexual gratification, maybe you're the sex object."

"Okay," replied Mike, "Let me be candid. One part of me thinks we should spend some time together as a couple that's not just about sex. We had some nice dates in college that didn't involve sex. Another side of me is focused just on your tits and how great it is to suck on them. I was thinking I could come to your condo every morning before work and in the evening on the way home to indulge myself in sucking on your great tits -- and of course helping you relieve the pressure."

Becca replied, "I've had those same thoughts. My milk is constantly building up. If you're offering I'd love to have you suck me dry twice a day. As to a non sexual relationship, I hope we get there but it's not as pressing as relieving my tits. Are you finished talking?"

"There's one more thing," said Mike. "As I understand it milk production increases or decreases based on the baby's needs. In other words, if a baby repeatedly sucks the breast dry the mother's body takes that as a signal to increase the supply. Every time the baby sucks the mother dry there's another message to make more milk. If I suck on you regularly you could wind up producing quarts."

"Oh, I hadn't thought of that. It's actually rather sexy to think you'd be making me produce more."

Mike said, "You're very kinky."

"Yes," said Becca. "I am. While there are inconveniences, I've loved having big tits and loved producing milk. I know it's weird but there's a part of me that wants my tits to keep growing and to produce 'quarts' as you put it."

Mike replied, "I guess I didn't realize you were that into it. I thought you said you didn't want more milk. What about when you stop taking the pills. What do you want to happen then?"

Becca said, "I'm conflicted. I'll be happy to be done with the pills. It's frightening that nobody knows why my body is acting the way it is. If my milk continues I'd like that- not forever but maybe for six months or a year- at least if I had a man sucking on me rather than a pump. I'm really enjoying the sensitivity of my breasts and the orgasms. And then there's the simple fact that I'm enjoying having a Barbie body."

Mike asked, "What if the milk stops when the pills stop?"

"I'll have to adjust. I can do that. But, looking ahead, if you're willing to suck on me a couple of times a day- every day- there's really no reason for the milk to stop,. Mothers can nurse for years. I don't think I'm kinky enough to want to lactate for years but I'd prefer it didn't end right away. How do you feel about spending the next six to twelve months servicing my tits?

Mike didn't say a word. He just reached out and pulled Becca toward the bedroom.



Meeting After Ten Years Ch. 02



Following their chance meeting after ten years, Mike and Becca fell into an intimate but odd relationship. He was enthralled to find that Becca had developed huge breasts and started to lactate as an unanticipated side effect of being enrolled in a drug trial. She was pleased to have him sucking on her within hours of their reunion. They saw each other every day thereafter with everything focused on her tits.

Becca was just getting used to having a top heavy body. Previously she'd been very fit and sported "B" cup breasts on her small frame which was how Mike remembered her from college. Everything about her body had stayed the same except for her tits. She now had what looked to be oversized implants. Her body was every guy's wet dream. 

She confessed to enjoying her "DD's and the even more recent phenomenon of lactation. Producing milk felt very womanly and she liked it. She also enjoyed the countless orgasms it had caused. Drawing out her milk was highly arousing- even when using her breast pump. Mike's involvement had made the whole experience even better. Mike's lustful suction was obviously far sexier than the pump.

Mike couldn't get enough of her big tits. From the day they met Mike milked Becca's breasts twice a day Monday through Friday. He stayed at her condo on the weekends and milked her four to six times a day. Sexual pleasure was a part of each session for both of them. She had multiple orgasms during his sucking on her sensitive tits. After draining her breasts Mike would tit fuck her or fuck her pussy if he wasn't still spent from their last session. Though his orgasms were limited to two or three per day he was in sexual heaven. A loving relationship quickly grew out of what was initially lust and biology but Becca's tits still dominated all of their interaction.

Mike's daily sucking caused Becca's milk production to almost triple over the first two weeks. Her breasts didn't get much bigger but the increase in milk caused real discomfort within about three hours. She needed relief from Mike or was forced to pump every few hours when Mike wasn't available. She could barely sleep through the night and was then desperate to have her swollen tits milked immediately after rising in the morning.

Becca talked to her Ob-Gyn. The doctor said the breast enlargement and lactation caused by the experimental pill had obviously surprised everyone. Given her lactation, however, increased milk production wasn't a medical problem and was a normal occurrence. Mike's repeated suction had increased the amount to somewhat beyond that of a mother with a large baby or twins but it wasn't unhealthy. The doctor couldn't rule out further increases in her milk production; Mike was sucking her dry every time and her body would do its best to meet the demand. There wasn't a medical remedy except that when she ended the medical trial in a few weeks her lactation might gradually disappear. However, with continued regular suction the doctor felt her supply would probably continue indefinitely. As Becca understood it, hormones might be needed to get the milk started but the baby's repeated suction is a bigger factor than hormones in keeping it flowing. That's the only obvious explanation for those mothers who nurse for multiple years beyond giving birth.

On returning home Becca outlined the doctor's advice and told Mike she didn't know what to do. While she had hoped to keep lactating for a few months after the drug trial she couldn't keep draining her breasts every 2 to 3 hours. The lactation was taking over her life. She literally had too much of a good thing.

Mike paused and then said, "From your journal and my personal observations we know it takes about ten minutes for the pump or my mouth to drain each breast. If we repeatedly stop the milking process after 5 to 7 minutes perhaps your body would cut down its production. It should be the reverse of the increased production my full emptying has created. You'll undoubtedly have some discomfort since you'll never be fully emptied but hopefully it will pass in a few days. Call the doctor to see if this might work and if it's safe."

Becca made the call. The doctor was intrigued but said she wasn't aware of any study or other information about reducing milk production. She felt there'd be no harm in trying Mike's approach.

Hearing the doctor's answer Mike told Becca to give him an hour while he thought through a plan. A little while later, Mike suggested they try a gradual reduction over several days. They'd need to take time off from work and be diligent. For the plan to work Becca would have to agree that he was in total charge. She'd have to do as he directed. Becca nodded her assent.

Mike said, "We'll use a kitchen timer to control each milking session. On the first day the sessions will stop after 8 minutes; on the second day after 7 minutes, on day 3 after 6 and after 5 on day 4. Then we'll continue with 5 minute sessions indefinitely. By my logic proportionately less milk will be extracted in the shorter sessions which should send the reduction message to your body. If your supply decreases we can tinker with the length of the sessions over the longer term- perhaps going back to 6 or 7 minutes. For the early days we'll each need to be highly disciplined to stop all suction when the timer chime goes off. There can't be any fondling or other cheating that might prompt leakage." 

Mike and Becca agreed that if the plan was going to work they'd need at least five days of reduced milking to give it a fair chance and that Becca would probably find these days very difficult. They each arranged to take a few days off from work so that with the weekend they'd have six days to devote to the plan. Mike would stay with Becca for the training period.

Mike designated himself as Becca's coach, helper and policeman. He said he was now in charge of Becca's breasts. She was not to touch them and would be wearing her sturdiest nursing bra full time; he'd open and close the flaps for the designated milking periods but otherwise her tits would be encased in the heavy cotton bra. There would be a strict milking schedule. In addition to reducing the duration of the sessions by a minute each day, the schedule would seek to gradually lengthen the time between milkings. He said he would stay away from Becca's breasts except for the milkings. She had to do likewise; in fact, he'd keep Becca's hands in bondage for the six days if that became necessary. 

"Bondage?

"Yes," said Mike. "If we're going to do this you will follow the rules. I won't hesitate to put you in cuffs if that's what it takes."

"Do you have cuffs?"

"Yes. I have leather bondage cuffs and a bondage belt and lots of other things we might explore if you're so inclined. For now though, I'm only concerned with keeping your hands off those swollen tits. If I can do that I'll improve my chances for having your milk filled tits at my disposal for months."

Becca hesitated and said, "I think I'm seeing a different side of you and it's hot. You just made my panties wet. I've never been involved with anything like bondage but my body seems to like the idea. I also like the idea that you're going to help me keep my milk flowing. It's weird but being forced to provide milk for you and at your direction is a very erotic scenario for me."

"For me, too," said Mike, "so over the next week I'm going to train your tits do what we both want."

Mike anticipated that the most difficult times would be immediately following the forced ending of each session. He told Becca that planning a distraction would be wise and asked how she felt about anal sex.

Becca laughed and said, "As I understand it I'm going to have aching breasts- half full of milk all of the time. While I'm enduring that, your sacrifice is to fuck my ass?"

Mike smiled. "I'm sorry but I can't help with the milk. Presumably you're going to be horny as well as sore. I can help with that and make sure you keep away from your breasts. I thought my being behind you- away from your breasts- and having my cock in your ass might help distract you from your discomfort."

"Well, I guess you're right. I've never had anal sex so it'll certainly be a distraction."

Mike then said, "I think we'll alternate anal sex and doggie position vaginal sex. In addition, if you're well behaved I'll go down on you. Lying back with me sucking on your clit should be a great distraction. I want to give you so much pleasure that you won't be thinking about your tits."

Becca replied, "Mmmm. I like that thought but lying on my back and being aroused I'll really want to play with my tits; in fact, if I'm aching with milk I'll want to squeeze them and express more milk."

"Yes, I thought you might. That's why before we start each session I intend to bind your hands at your sides. You'll stay bound until I'm convinced you have self control. I'm thinking you may need to sleep in the cuffs and belt. I wasn't exaggerating when I said you might be bound most of the time."

In a small voice Becca said, "Oh. That sounds very sexy."

Mike brought Becca to his house saying he needed to pick up some things but not specifying what. He brought her into his bedroom and told her to take off her jacket and blouse and wait for a moment. He removed a large box from his closet but Becca couldn't see its contents. Mike removed a set of leather cuffs, exhibited them to Becca and said she'd be wearing these for the next several days. She wouldn't necessarily be bound all of the time but he wanted the cuffs in place full time starting the next day. 

He also showed her a wide leather belt. He placed it around her waist confirming that it was too large by an inch or two. He then retrieved a leather punch and added two rows of additional holes to the belt to accommodate her narrow waist. Trying the belt on her again he closed the clasp and said, "That's better." He left the belt in place.

Mike then retrieved two short leather cords and tied one to a "D" ring on the side of the belt. He pulled Becca's arm down to her side and pinched the cord at a point near her wrist. Holding the point on the cord he tied a small clasp onto the marked location and cut off the excess cord. He then used that cord to fashion a second one of the same length which he then attached to the opposite side of the belt.

Removing the belt he said, "Starting tomorrow I'll connect your wrists to the belt with these cords for each milking and for as long thereafter as I think is necessary. This should leave you enough slack for comfort but not enough to reach your chest. I could simply hook your wrists together behind your back but that's uncomfortable for long periods. Pulling your wrists back also pushes your chest out. I'll enjoy that in the future but for the next few days neither of us needs your chest to be more prominent."

Becca whispered, "Oh my, you've just made my pussy moisten again. I was turned on just by learning you had leather cuffs and a belt. The idea that you customized the belt to fit me and that you've decided I'll be bound is very sexy. Bondage beyond the needs of this week is also intriguing."

Mike returned to the box and retrieved a canvas bag. He put the belt and cuffs into the bag and added several other items from the box which Becca couldn't see. Mike said, "I have a leather bondage bra in there too but it's not big enough for you and obviously it would be in the way. We need you in the nursing bra." He opened his hand to reveal three tiny locks and a key on an elastic cord. He put the cord around his wrist. He then retrieved the punch he'd used on the belt and approached Becca's bra. He punched holes on either side of the front clasp and near the closures for the flaps. He then threaded the shackles of the locks through the sets of holes saying, "These should make your breasts more secure. I'm going to lock the flaps closed and unlock them only for the scheduled milkings. You'll be sleeping in the bra too. Does that moisten your panties?"

"Oh, yes," said Becca. "I can't explain it but all of this kinky stuff is really getting to me."

"Good," replied Mike. "I have a friend who works with leather. After you're finished lactating and we think your breast size is stabilized I'm going to have him make you a leather body harness and a leather bra. I think the black leather will look spectacular against your fair skin. They won't be for every day wear; they'll be for special occasions as defined by me."

As they left Mike's home he took the canvas bag. He also scooped up a small coffee table and brought it with them. Becca questioned the table's use and he simply told her she'd see.

They returned to Becca's condo and finished the day with two 8 minute milkings. Mike followed the timer and locked her bra flaps closed when he was done each time. Becca wasn't uncomfortable and felt almost fully drained. Mike explained that since her tits were the fullest in the morning they'd have another 8 minute session in the morning. They'd reduce the timing each day beginning with the milking that occurred nearest noon each day.

The couple agreed that if the milk didn't start to lessen by the end of six days she'd probably have to abandon lactation. The doctor had pills designed to stop lactation in nursing mothers. She wouldn't prescribe them unless Becca also stopped taking the experimental birth control pills. This would probably result in her breasts shrinking. She didn't want to go back to her natural "B" cup and was afraid Mike would disappear from her life if it happened.

Mike assured her that he wasn't that shallow but secretly he wondered how their sex life would be if Becca didn't have such great tits. They were the focus of their sex life. Mike reflected on his budding love for Becca beyond her tits and his interest in BDSM which he hadn't shared with Becca beyond some suggestive ideas. Perhaps the impending changes in their routine presented an opportunity to explore some alternative sexual paths.

The eight minute sessions went well. Becca felt almost fully drained. She was horny after each session but Mike decreed they weren't having post session sex that day. He wanted to save that for the next day when distraction might be more important. Mike restrained her hands behind her back for each session but released her a few minutes after they were done. Becca wanted to play with her tits but resisted the temptation. They agreed that the next day would be more difficult.

In the morning on the following day Mike attached a leather cuff snuggly to each of Becca's wrists. He sucked on her for 8 minutes per breast without using the belt. At noon he told Becca to strip so he could put the bondage belt on her. With the belt cinched around her, Mike hooked her wrists to the respective 8" leather cord that hung from each side of the belt. Instinctively Becca pulled against her bonds and found that she was securely bound but had some freedom of movement in her hands.

Mike brought Becca to the bed and helped her to a reclining position since she was incapable of using her arms in the normal manner. Mike stripped and assumed his milking position near her breasts. He reached out to start the timer which he'd earlier set to 7 minutes and enveloped Becca's left breast with his hungry mouth. Becca's body reacted to his mouth with even more passion than usual. She gasped and moaned with excitement as her milk flowed readily. Becca whispered, "There's something very exciting about being bound while you suck on me. I think I could really get into this bondage thing."

Mike couldn't respond as his mouth was filled with Becca's large tit and he was frequently swallowing her milk as his mouth refilled. Becca had several orgasms and then to the surprise of both parties the timer chimed. Mike pulled back and Becca moaned saying, "Oh no; I'm not done yet." Milk leaked from her nipple but Mike dutifully avoided it. He told Becca to roll back slightly to expose her other breast and after restarting the timer he enveloped her second nipple. Becca again became aroused and reached orgasm several times before the timer chimed.

Becca moaned as she realized her breasts were still heavy with milk. They weren't full but she was definitely aware of the milk that remained. As she reflected on the prospects of feeling this way for several days Mike locked each of her bra flaps closed. He rolled her onto her back and spread her legs. He moved down between her thighs and slowly brought his mouth to her pussy. The thoughts of her milk dissolved as Becca felt Mike's tongue exploring her pussy. It was a new pleasure since in every other encounter Mike's attention had been limited to her tits. Mike definitely knew what he was doing at her pussy. His mouth teased each lip and the folds of her pussy and drove her crazy as it neared but didn't make contact with her clit.

Becca squirmed on the bed as Mike worked her pussy. She moved rapidly to a state of full arousal- soon seeking to reach a climax. She thought of how nice it would be to fondle her sensitive tits and squeeze her big nipples but then remembered her bound hands. Being restrained added to her arousal. Her breasts were uncomfortable; they cried out for attention but couldn't be touched. Mike's tongue was certainly distracting her but it was a struggle to ignore her heavy tits. His tongue was driving her wild. Mike had pegged her pretty well and the combination of oral sex and bondage had been an excellent idea. An orgasm swept through her and she marveled that he hadn't even touched her clit. 

Within thirty seconds of her first orgasm she realized Mike wasn't done, He was now teasing her clit-not attacking it directly but getting teasingly close. He then left her clit and trailed his tongue all the way down to her ass. He seemed to know exactly how to touch her and she was soon building to another climax. Becca's body was lifting off the bed with excitement. Eventually- just as she thought she couldn't take anymore, Mike's mouth descended on her clit and stayed there. Becca succumbed to an earth moving orgasm.

As she floated through that climax Becca felt Mike rolling her onto her side with his body behind her. His hands began to roam over her thighs and hips and it felt good. As his hands explored her hips and ass she pushed back seeking more contact. 

Becca felt cool lotion at her anal cleft. Her mind wasn't very clear but she remembered Mike's mentioning anal sex. She deduced that he was beginning to prepare her for that. The cool substance had to be lube. She'd never imagined her ass would be lubed by a man. It was erotic. Being bound naked and getting fucked in the ass was definitely a hot way to spend time with your lover. Becca was aroused before she even felt the first penetration by his finger. When the slippery finger pushed inside coated with the lube it felt more odd than arousing but the forbidden nature of the act was surely exciting. Becca focused on the thought that this was going to happen whether she wanted it or not and was surprised by the increased excitement that fact brought. She liked being helpless.

One finger became two. She felt stretched and afraid. After a moment the fingers were gone and she felt Mike's cock slowly insinuating itself into her tight opening. A girlfriend had once told her having your ass stretched by a hard cock was 'painfully sexy'; she now knew what her friend had meant. The mild but frightening pain soon morphed to pleasure. He was all the way in and was beginning to pull back and push in again. She'd just lost her anal virginity and it felt good. Mike's hand reached around and began teasing her clit. She pressed back to get his cock deeper inside. Between the new sensations of having her ass stuffed by a cock and his touch on her clit Becca was soon overcome by a huge orgasm. Her body convulsed wildly except where it was held by his hand and impaled on his cock.




Meeting After Ten Years Ch. 02



Becca felt weak; the strength was sapped from every muscle. As she recovered from her climax she focused on still being bound. A new chapter was opening in her life. Mike controlled her breasts and her whole body. Her glands were already making milk but she would have no control over releasing it. Mike would decide when and how much she'd be milked. He'd also decide whether he'd eat her pussy, fuck it or fuck her ass. It was all new but it felt good.

As Mike's cock softened he pulled out of Becca's ass causing her to gasp. Feeling empty for the first time was as shocking as feeling full had been.

Mike got out of bed and reached for her arm. He said they were going to shower together. They'd keep her hair dry but both of their bodies could use a cleaning. He removed her bra, cuffs and belt and said she had to keep her hands down. If he saw them anywhere near her breasts she wouldn't be showering for days. She nodded in agreement. Mike started the shower and adjusted the temperature. Becca stepped into the shower. The water felt great on her tired body. She moved to face the showerhead and stood with the water pounding her chest. Mike noticed and said, "I see you're cheating already- you're using the water to play with your tits. Turn around."

Becca turned saying, "I'm sorry. It felt good. You have no idea how much I want to touch them."

"Okay, but you understand why you can't. It would be like scratching a bug bite- a temporary good feeling but making things worse for the longer term."

Mike washed Becca's body except her breasts. He was very tempted to run his soapy hands over them but knew this shower would set the precedent for the next several days. Self discipline was critical.

Following their shower Mike helped dry Becca's upper body and insisted on putting her bra back in place before she could finish drying off or dressing. He inserted absorbent pads and relocked the bra's flaps. He then carefully positioned the cups over her sensitive breasts to minimize the friction of moving the garment over her nipples which were erect and dripping slightly. When her breasts were secure Mike announced they were going shopping so she should put on something to wear out of the house. 

When questioned by Becca as to where they were going Mike told her it was to buy some sexy panties and garter belts. He said, "I didn't fully appreciate it before today. Your ass is exquisite. It's not large and bulbous as some men like but to me it's perfect. Your thighs are muscular and your ass continues their lines. It's very sexy. Some nice panties, garter belts, stockings and higher heels will display it perfectly."

"Do I get a vote?" asked Becca.

"No," replied Mike. "I'll be the judge of how best to display your body." The comment stunned Becca but she liked their new roles.

Becca's remaining milkings that day proceeded in a similar way. After each session Mike went down on her and gave her a huge orgasm. After one session Mike used a dildo in her ass and vibrator in her pussy bringing her off a second time. She was surprised by the toys and later learned Mike had brought them from his home in the canvas bag.

Becca slept with her wrists bound to the belt for the first time that night. She was wearing only her bra and panties which made her feel almost naked. Getting comfortable took a long time but as Becca fell asleep she felt good about how the day had gone and was excited for the upcoming changes that might occur with Mike in charge.

In the morning her 7 minute milking left her partially full breasts uncomfortable but she didn't complain. Except for their daily shower together she remained belted and bound all morning.

At noon Becca was feeling very uncomfortable but was anticipating relief soon. When she called Mike's attention to the clock He said, "I know what time it is. Today's milkings are not going to be as often. They'll be at one o'clock, 6 and 11."

Becca protested that there'd be only four for the day and she'd been doing 5 and sometimes 6. Mike replied, "Obviously, I know that. We're trying to send your glands a message. They need to produce less."

Becca started to cry and Mike held her lovingly. When one o'clock finally came Becca was desperate. The milking was uneventful except that when the timer sounded after only 7 minutes for each breast, Becca moaned and was close to tears. Mike pleasured her orally and she loved it but that only lasted for a short while. She knew she was facing a long afternoon with heavy breasts.

On the next day Mike said it was time for a little variety. He undressed Becca, unlocked her bra flaps, and unhooked her wrists from the belt. He lay down on the bed naked with the timer set and within reach. He asked for Becca's help and lifted the small coffee table he'd brought from home- placing it on the bed over his torso. His shoulders, arms and head were exposed on the one side and his lower body was on the other side.

Mike told Becca to kneel over his hips and then lie across the table with her breasts near his mouth. She was to use her arms to help position her left breast at his mouth and to support her upper body as needed. When she was in position Mike opened both bra flaps and her breasts hung obscenely from her chest.

Mike started the timer and sucked on her left side.

Becca found the position strangely erotic. She felt almost like a cow as her breast hung at Mike's mouth and wondered if she should be insulted. In fact, however, it felt good to have her heavy breast hanging and being sucked. She concluded it was a pleasurable- if kinky- variation. As was the norm Becca enjoyed several strong orgasms as Mike sucked on first one breast and then the other for seven minutes each.

When the time was up, Mike told Becca to kneel upright, lift the table while he rolled out and then to put the table back where it had been. She did as instructed. Mike then told her to lie down over the table again keeping her hands on the mattress for support and where he could see them. Becca moved onto the table and realized her half full tits were now both hanging freely several inches above the bed. The position was even more obscene now that Mike wasn't beneath her.

Mike then moved behind Becca and ate out her pussy while her breasts hung free and dripped sporadically onto the bed. Becca found the combination of her breasts swinging freely and his oral attention to her pussy incredibly arousing. Watching droplets of milk form at each nipple and then drop to the bed was tantalizing. She stared at her nipples even though she knew she shouldn't. Becca cried out in passion and told Mike how heavy her tits felt. She called Mike a cruel pervert and pleaded with him to touch her breasts. Mike ignored her outbursts except to remind Becca that her hands were to stay on the mattress. Her protests evolved into cries of passion as she was overwhelmed by the largest orgasm of the past several days.

Mike moved up to kneel behind Becca. He grabbed her hips and buried his cock into her exposed pussy. She screamed as he thrust into her with long hard strokes. Her tits swung wildly and droplets of milk flew off toward the head of the bed. Becca's eyes lost focus but seeing her milk arc over the bed was truly obscene. She could see the cuffs on her wrists and reflected on her being Mike's milky sex toy. She'd been in bondage for countless hours and was now only free so Mike could suck and fuck her in a new position. She had to brace her arms to hold her position as Mike pounded into her. Becca's mind centered on Mike's big cock in her pussy. He'd never fucked her this hard. She definitely liked this new chapter in her life.

As they neared the end of their shared days off from work, Mike said, "When we go back to work we'll be able to do three milkings at home but one will be in the middle of the work day. I considered giving your friend Mary a copy of your bra key but decided we could meet at midday instead. Memorial Park is about halfway between our offices. You can drive there in 15 minutes. I can do it in 15 to 20. Each day, unless you call me to reschedule, you'll leave your office at exactly 12:30 and I'll meet you in the left rear corner of the parking lot."

"You're sending me to work with the padlocks on my bra and you're going to milk me in public?

"Yes," replied Mike. "The parking lot is pretty empty during the week. I'll suck on you, lock up your bra and you'll be on your way back to work. I'm not proposing sex in public- just nursing.

"As to the locks, I could probably trust you not to touch yourself but I like the imagery of the locks. I especially like the little 'clicks' when I lock each flap. It reaffirms my control. That's how I want to send you off to work- locked up tight until I unlock you."

Becca said, "You're definitely a perv. Fortunately, I am too. My pussy just clenched when you mentioned the 'clicks' I like that little noise, too."

The couple carried out Mike's plan for the workweek without incident. Each day involved a milking at home before work, a quick meeting at the park, an after work session at home and one at bedtime. Post milking sex was generally limited to the after work session. No bondage was required but Mike hooked Becca's wrists together behind her back for a few milkings. When Becca observed that it wasn't needed, Mike replied, "I didn't say it was. It's just how I want you."

On Saturday morning Mike put the bondage belt on Becca which she accepted without comment. He cuffed her wrists to the belt which again she accepted. Following her milking Mike took his time teasing Becca's pussy orally bringing her off twice. He then fucked her ass for his pleasure. 

After his climax, Mike spooned against Becca's body and said, "I think we've tamed your milk flow. What do you think?"

Becca responded, "Yes, I guess we have. I've adjusted to the four sessions a day and my breasts haven't exploded."

"No, they haven't," replied Mike. He hesitated and then continued, "I have a proposition for you. Don't answer right away. Take an hour or a day if you want."

"Oh ...That sounds serious."

Mike then said, "What I'm about to say obviously depends on some biological things we can't control. If your milk stops after you stop the pill, so be it. I'm guessing, however, that so long as you have me sucking on you, your milk will continue.

"Assuming that, I'm proposing a formal contract by which you agree to produce milk under my control and for my pleasure for twelve months starting now. I will continue in full control of your breasts- how they're milked, clothed and when we go out how they're displayed. My control will be absolute except that I will not pierce or tattoo you. As a practical matter I'll probably let you use the pump during your workdays. You'll be on the honor system to pump only for the time I've specified. This would also apply if I have to travel or if I'm sick. I'll be staying at your condo and will suck your breasts at every scheduled milking that I can.

"I might keep locks on your bra some of the time but for when we're together I'll be dressing you in much sexier bras. You'll be on the honor system to not play with your tits unless directed by me.

"The contract will give me full flexibility with your milking schedule. I think I'd like to try seven minute milking sessions for a while. Staying with 4 sessions per day that may leave you somewhat full and uncomfortable part of the time but you will not be permitted to relieve yourself. I might change the schedule. I don't necessarily mean I'd change it to make it easier. I might make it harder. 

"I love the idea of controlling your supply. I get excited knowing your tits are swollen with my milk and that I control your relief and sexual pleasure. It may be perverted but putting my mouth on you when you're really full is all the more exciting. I may want to push your limits a little- making you hold more."

"Oh my," replied Becca.

Mike then continued, "The strict limits of the past ten days have been important. They'll remain the core of our contract. From time to time- at my discretion- I'll put aside all limits and suck you dry. I'll ravish your breasts for pure sexual pleasure. That might be for one milking session or for a whole day but then I'll require that we go back to the strict limits of the schedule. Controlling your flow on a regular, disciplined schedule with periodic unlimited lustful sucking should address our mutual needs. I believe that's the best twelve month plan."

"Yes," breathed Becca. "I like the ravishing and lustful part."

"The contract will give me full power to control what you wear. You won't be hiding your body under business suits all of the time. I will select all of your bras. I know your big tits need support but we're going to find sexy bras. I may get a seamstress to modify the straps so the cups can be turned down for milking access but the bras won't be your matronly nursing bras. You'll also be wearing higher heels and tighter skirts to show off your ass and legs more than in the past. The contract will require that you wear whatever I direct; you'll have to trust me. I'll respect the bounds of good taste for your workplace.

"Finally, it's understood that I do not want to dehumanize you. While I may be kinky and perverted I will treat you with respect. Neither of us will ever use the term 'cow' or anything demeaning like that. Similarly, I am not a 'baby' nor are you my 'mommy'. The proposed contract is about sex. It's between me and a very sexy woman who's blessed with huge milk filled breasts. You want to keep them as they are. You need a loving man who is obsessed with your tits and is happy to service them regularly. That's me. I want to control your breasts and enjoy them sexually. Actually, we should both enjoy them sexually. I want a 12 month commitment. The contract assumes you welcome my control and will submit your tits to me for a full year. That's the proposal."

Without hesitation Becca replied, "Prepare the contract and bring me a pen."



Meeting After Ten Years Ch. 03



Mike had already written some of the contract with Becca before he first floated the subject and got her approval. He was confident that spelling out the surrender of her milk filled breasts to him for a full year would appeal to her kinky and submissive tendencies. He'd been controlling her milk for a couple of weeks already. She didn't like the 5 minute limit he'd imposed on most milkings but accepted that the limit had reigned in her increasing milk supply as desired. 

The contract was also a declaration of love and a desire for an extended relationship centered on Becca's tits. Viewed as such there really wasn't much doubt about her agreement. They were both 'pervs' as she put it. While far from the norm, their sex life was intensely pleasurable for each of them. Asking her for a year's commitment to continue the pleasure was an easy 'yes'. 

Upon waking on the morning after Becca had agreed to the contract idea, Mike said, "You seemed to be having an erotic dream about 5AM. You were moaning and moving around. I'm also noticing that your bra is wet from quite a bit of leakage."

Becca replied, "I don't remember too much but yes, I had a hot dream. I guess I liked your contract idea. In the dream we had signed the contract and established a daily routine but you sometimes deviated from the routine. On the day I saw in the dream you had my wrists bound so I couldn't touch my breasts and you made me wait 6 or 7 hours to be milked. I was really swollen and desperate to be milked. When I complained you reminded me that the contract gave you full power over my milk. Then, when you finally said it was time, you released my hands and made me play with my tits over your face to get the milk started. You wouldn't suck on me until I could use my fingers on my nipples to literally squirt some milk into your mouth. I didn't know what to do. I pulled on my nipples and squeezed my breasts as you lay under me with your mouth waiting. My nipples ached as I tried to will the milk out. Needless to say you loved watching me massage my tit with one hand while I rubbed and squeezed my nipple between my fingers trying to get the milk out. I think it was the lust in your face that finally made it happen. After several minutes I finally squirted and then you took over. "

"Wow," said Mike. "With a story like that you've earned a milking without any time limit this morning. Get comfortable and let me drain you."

Becca smiled and said, "That sounds great. Telling you about the dream made me horny, too." She removed her support bra and moved into her usual prone position ready for milking.

Mike sucked on Becca's big nipples and she had several orgasms as was her norm. When both tits were emptied, he rolled her over and fucked her from behind. As he thrust into her Mike said, "Your telling me about your dream got me really hard. It also prompted me to think your contract should include more detail of what will be expected of you. Laying out some of my plans should give you more sexy dreams." 

Mike continued drafting the contract over the next several days. Formulating the contract was like writing porn. Mike simply fantasized about how he might enjoy Becca sexually over the next year and wrote down his ideas in a legal format. Declarative sentences spelled out his unlimited rights to control Becca's milk, her breasts and most aspects of her clothing. At one point he smiled as he realized his cock was hard from writing about his control over Becca's skirts and high heels. He was going to shorten her average skirt by an inch and add an inch to her heels. Dressed in a short skirt over 4" high heels her legs would look great. He visualized taking her from behind while holding onto her hips and was instantly erect. "My cock is my editor," thought Mike. "If I get hard the provision I'm writing must be a good one."

Part of the drafting process involved imagining the numerous physical or other conditions that might change and how he would want their roles to adjust. For example, if Becca's milk stopped he included a section making it clear the contract would continue. Becca was required to cooperate with lactation consultants and doctors. If all efforts to restart the milk failed, Mike would be free to engage in other breast play for the duration of the contract. He spelled out that this might include nipple clamps, breast bondage, corsets and the like. In other words, his control of Becca's tits would remain absolute and he wanted Becca to be well aware of that in advance.

Mike also envisioned that there might be situations in which he couldn't perform his personal sucking obligation. He provided himself with broad power to utilize breast pumps and 'other milking machines of any design'.

To deal with possible boredom and to push Becca's limits he included a section authorizing the use of 'milking surrogates' provided the female's identity was concealed. Similarly, there was a reference to 'glory hole milking' with the female's identity concealed. Mike viewed these ideas as teasing to Becca. They were probably impractical but he envisioned her being aroused by the possibility.

The contract also provided that to facilitate custom design of garments, harnesses, milking machines or other equipment, the female would submit to intimate contact by third parties without concealment of her identity. This was practical but Mike also thought of it as pushing Becca's limits.

When he was done drafting and revising the contract to his satisfaction, Mike planned the presentation of it to Becca carefully. The contract was printed on good quality paper and had a formal 'backer' as still used for some formal legal documents. He wanted it to be clear the document was in final form; it wasn't open to negotiation.

The couple's business day routine involved a milking at about 6PM- soon after they each got home. On the evening he'd selected for unveiling the contract Mike told Becca he had the contract for her and hence they'd be departing from their routine. He told her to strip and sit on a kitchen chair. When she was seated he had her raise her arms while he began winding wide black tape around the chair and her torso. She was puzzled but cooperative; to her surprise she found being bound so firmly quite arousing. He explained it was 'bondage tape' that was designed to stick to itself but not skin or clothing. He enlisted her aid in lifting her breasts so he could wrap her to just below her tits and continued the wrap to low on her hips. When her torso was one with the chair he then strapped her thighs to the chair seat. Finally, he instructed her to place her arms at her sides while he wrapped a little more tape around the chair and her body to immobilize her arms.

Mike then said, "As I said the contract is done. Assuming you find it acceptable the signing will be at this time tomorrow. I'm going to highlight a few things for you now and then give you 24 hours to read all of the details.

"I've strapped you down to dramatize some aspects of the contract. I know it's the time you expect me to milk you but tonight that milking is being delayed by an hour or perhaps an hour and a half. Some of that time I'll use to outline key contract provisions but I don't need an hour for that. Most of the hour is just to let your breasts swell with extra milk while we both think about that very thing. As we focus on the contract I want your breasts to ache. I'm already hard thinking about fondling you and licking up any leakage. I want you to really need to be milked and I want your orgasms to be especially powerful when I finally suck on you.

"Now, let's discuss the contract. You'll have a day to read the contract through several times. If you have any questions, this will be the time to get clarification. Once signed, all matters of interpretation will be up to me."

"In general, my goal with the contract is to have a voluptuous lover who is horny and available to me for the next twelve months. Much of the time her breasts will be swollen with milk that she's desperate for me to suck out of her. She'll have countless orgasms as I tease her and relieve just enough of her sexual need to have her horny again soon.

"There's a strong S & M aspect to the contract because I believe that suits us. You're just learning about your kinky side. I'm looking forward to uncovering it with you."

Mike hesitated and then continued, "On a more serious note I expect we'll be dealing with a decrease in your breast size when you stop the pill. At some point your milk might stop. I intend to live through those changes with you- introducing you to new sexual experiences as we go. In other words, I love you. When your tits are not as huge I'll still be here. You may be bound and have clamps on your nipples and a dildo in your ass but I'll still be here and you'll still be having orgasms."

Mike moved the chair closer to the table bringing Becca's tits within an inch of the edge. He then placed the formal contract before her on the table.

Mike said, "You can read all of this tomorrow. Let me explain the reasoning behind some sections of the contract you might not be expecting.

"Most of the first page deals with the obvious. You're giving me full control over your breasts and milk for a full year. As I've previously told you, I'll exercise control over how you dress; your body's too great to always be hidden. It's understood that I expect to regulate your milking most of the time like I've been doing but I have full discretion. Time limits on each session will be the rule but there will be exceptions. Sometimes I may drain you completely and ravish you sexually. I believe you liked that concept."

Becca nodded and said, "Yes, ravishing sounds good."

"We both know the time limited milking isn't our first choice. You couldn't handle getting milked every two or three hours as your milk increased. It was creating a real problem with your job so we've trained your body to produce less. The contract provides that should you lose your job or should you have a job that allows working from home I have the right to increase your milk without any limits. I'm talking about deliberating working to make you produce more. I'll suck on you and use pumps as needed to dramatically increase your supply. I love the idea of having your tits swell to "FF"s and your needing relief every 2 hours. This wouldn't be a long term thing; after a week or two I'd probably limit your milkings and bring your supply back down. Again, this provision is only triggered if your work situation changes but it's something to think about."

"What if you couldn't reduce my supply?" said Becca. "My milk might keep flowing and I might stay engorged to your fantasy "FF" size.

"I guess there's a small chance of that but staying at home with your lover sucking on your "FF"s wouldn't be so bad. Again, the provision is contingent on your not having to go to an office 5 days a week."

Mike then continued, "With your current job you can generally expect 4 five minute milkings a day as we've been doing. You'll use a pump at work and bring the milk home after work. On some occasions I may make you wait for relief and may keep you swollen and uncomfortable for as long as I choose. While I intend to personally suck on you most of the time I have full discretion to use pumps, milking machines, or the like."

Becca questioned, "Milking machines?"

"Something a little more complicated and with stronger suction than the pump you've used. We'll see about the specifics. I've read some porn in which the woman kneels against a bench or table-like machine. The table has been custom fitted with leg indentations so her legs are spread. She leans forward and her breasts fit into customized receptacles in the padded table surface which have openings connected to the electric pump. There's a collection jar under the machine. She gets strapped into position and the pump is turned on. As she's being milked her lover fucks her from the rear. That's a general idea of what I have in mind for you."

"Oh. I wouldn't admit it to anyone but you but I've read porn like that too. I could enjoy being that woman." 

"I thought you might."

"It's important to provide in advance for some contingencies that might arise. One central issue is your milk production. What happens if it stops?" Pointing to a section in the contract, Mike said, "As you'll read in this section if your milk decreases you agree to work with such lactation experts as I may select. You agree to such hormones or other treatment as they recommend to restore your milk flow. Your milk is mine and you're obligated to produce it if at all possible. Once produced, I have the right to consume or discard the milk, freeze it, donate or sell it."

"Wait," Becca said, "You might sell my milk? If you suck it out of me it's gone. Even if we use a pump and freeze the milk, who would buy it?"

"At a minimum, there will be the mid day pumping while you're at work. It shouldn't be hard to refrigerate it and bring it home later. It can then be frozen. As to who might buy it, I'm not sure. I'm thinking of advertising on the Internet. There are probably men who'd pay quite a bit for human breast milk. In particular if I offer a picture of the "DD" source I think they'll be lots of horny buyers. The photo wouldn't show your face- just a close-up of your beautiful breasts with a small droplet of milk on one of your nipples. That ought to sell whatever you produce."

"One perv milking another and then selling the milk to other pervs. I guess I'd better read the contract closely."

"As I was drafting the contract I had our respective sexual arousal and pleasure in mind. Some of the 'perv' ideas may not work out but I thought we'd both enjoy the anticipation. Thus, for example, I was aroused by the image of you lying face down on something like a padded table or hammock with your milk filled tits hanging down through holes in the surface. I visualized my sliding under the table and sucking on you. As an alternative, I envisioned having a stranger under the table to suck on you with your identity being hidden. This would be analogous to a guy's dick in a 'glory hole'. Whether any of these ideas gets implemented will depend on lots of variables; the table design may simply not work out or I might come up with something else. The point is that all such things will be up to me."

Becca said, "I thought you said our relationship would be monogamous."

Mike replied, "Yes, I did and it will be. I'm not suggesting you'll have sex with anyone. In the table scenario your breasts would simply be sucked on by an anonymous person. You wouldn't see him- or her- and he or she wouldn't see you. I'd expect you to be aroused by the kinkiness and by the physical contact at your nipple but that's a long way from sex. It's not as if you were seeking out a lover to play with your breasts. In my mind I'd be setting up a clinical milking arrangement. I'd want and expect us both to be aroused by the event but there would be no sex. Later, we'd act on our arousal privately."

"Okay. I see the difference. I'm a little freaked out by the idea of a stranger sucking on me but I'm also aroused by it. I guess that's exactly what you had in mind. "

Mike smiled and said, "Yes. I want my control under the contract and the scenarios that I may implement under it to keep you aroused for the full year. Just thinking about what I might do should keep things sexually interesting."

Mike turned the page and pointed to a section of the contract saying, "Actually that reminds me of another section to call out for you. It's under the heading, 'Renewal Option.' You're going to be carrying your big heavy tits all of the time. Your life is going to revolve around the recurring need to be milked. I suspect there may come a time when you want to stop lactating. That's part of why I want the 12 month contract; you don't have the right to stop. I want you to always have in mind that your breasts are owned by me for the full contract term. I felt giving me the unilateral right to extend our contract by paying you $2000 per month for as many extra months as I want emphasizes my ownership. The price is arbitrary but I wanted it high enough to convey the importance I attach to my full control."

"Oh my. My pussy just got moist. You're such a perv and your kinkiness is rubbing off on me."

"You'll see in several places I've limited an activity to 'female's identity not disclosed'. For example, I have the unlimited right to have nude photographs taken of your body. These will probably focus on your breasts but some will include the rest of your body. Creating a permanent record of your great body and our lustful play with your breasts is very important. Nonetheless, under the contract my right to publicly display the pictures is generally limited to not showing your face. The notable exception is artistic boudoir photos that will show everything but can only be displayed in non local art galleries."

"Oh. I hadn't thought of photos- especially not pictures that would be displayed in a gallery. That's a little intimidating but also exciting."

Mike then said, "You'll remember I said I wouldn't tattoo you. That's still the case but I did change my view a little. I think you know about 'henna'; it's essentially a stain that's used for body art. A 'henna tattoo' is temporary so I have no qualms about requiring that. More specifically, the contract requires you to get my initials on one of your breasts in a henna tattoo within the first two weeks. It should be around on the side so that it doesn't take away from your beauty. I visualize the letters in fancy script- maybe a half inch high but I've left the details of size, exact location and how you get it done up to you. Your friend Mary does calligraphy and has some tattoos; I thought you could ask her to do my initials on you. You wouldn't have to tell her about the contract. You could say it was a gift to me. If you'd prefer there are tattoo parlors that do henna. The point is that I want you to expressly submit your breasts to carrying my mark."

Becca sighed and said, "Wow. I can't imagine asking Mary but then again exposing my breast in a tattoo parlor would probably be worse. If I go to a parlor would you come with me?"

"Of course, I'd love to come. It would be exciting to watch my initials being applied to these great tits." As he spoke Mike reached out and pushed Becca's breasts together. 

She moaned and said, "You're going to make me leak."

"I certainly hope so but not yet. I'm looking forward to that in perhaps another half hour." Becca groaned softly in frustration.

Mike then said, "One of the issues that will probably arise during the contract is reduced breast size when you stop taking the pill. More specifically, even if you continue lactating, your breasts might be swollen "B" cups rather than swollen "DD"s. You told me once you might want to get implants. The decision on that is specifically not covered by the contract. But since you can't get implants while you're lactating and your contract requires lactation for a year it's unlikely you could get them during the next year. If your milk stops and you become medically eligible the contract states that you cannot have any breast procedure without my consent. They are mine for the year. 

"Moreover, I've added an alternative approach that I might implement during the term of the contract. That's on the third page under the heading of, 'waist training & tight lacing corsets'. It's a provision that only arises if your breasts decrease materially in size. I assume you know that 'tight lacing' is a term that refers to wearing very tight corsets almost continuously. By doing so it's supposedly possible to reduce one's waist by several inches. As you can imagine, if we modify your waist through corseting your smaller cup size will still be very dramatic. That might influence any post contract decision you make about implants."




Meeting After Ten Years Ch. 03



"That's perverted in a whole different way," replied Becca. "I've always been intrigued by corsets. I was always too embarrassed to buy one but I'd love to have one." 

Mike continued, "Good. Totally apart from body modification through tight lacing, I expect to corset you from time to time. I keep visualizing you in a black or red cupless corset or waist cincher. It doesn't have to uncomfortably tight; your breasts will look incredible. I get instantly hard picturing how a corset will emphasize your breasts and display them for me. Actually the black bondage tape you're wrapped in is giving me a preview. A black under bust corset is going to be one of your first pieces of custom made clothing."

"Well, you've done it again. You've made my pussy wet."

"Good. Your pussy should always be wet. I should mention that you'll have a safe word phrase. It's 'red light'. You can stop whatever I'm doing with that word. In fact, you can cancel the whole contract by using that term. The only other early termination of the contract would be the ending of our relationship. If either of us wants to break up our relationship the contract would obviously end as well."

"That covers the high points. There's much more for your perusal. You have all day tomorrow." Mike pushed the contract away and pulled Becca's chair away from the table as he said, "I expect you to study the contract and really understand what you're agreeing to before you sign. I don't want any disenchantment later. I believe you want what I've reflected in the contract but if I'm wrong you shouldn't sign."

Mike knelt next to the chair and fondled Becca's left breast gently. She moaned as he caressed the stretched flesh. He said, "You're swollen and hot- just about perfect. Well..., not perfect since you'll be even more swollen in another hour."

Becca squirmed and muttered, "perv."

Mike's hand moved to her other breast and he caressed it. Carefully avoiding the erect nipple he lifted it to appreciate its weight and said, "I trust you know my cock is aching. You look and feel great. I'd love to suck on you right now but I'm going to wait. I'm going to tease us both by making you hold your milk for another hour. We can ache together. This is essentially a taste of what I have in mind for the next year.

"The thought of your breasts being heavy and ripe is really arousing. The idea that you need me to make you comfortable and to bring you sexual pleasure is very exciting."

Mike continued to fondle Becca's breasts gently- always staying away from her nipples. He stared at her breasts and after a minute said, "Your nipples are incredibly big and inviting. I'm going to enjoy playing with them in a little while."

After a few minutes Mike removed the tape from around Becca's thighs and spread her legs apart. His hand cupped Becca's Venus Mound and she squirmed against it. She was highly aroused and Mike enjoyed teasing her.

As his hand remained close to her pussy Mike said, "There's another section of the contract I guess I should mention. After the contract term expires we'll own the story of your contract experience jointly and with the understanding that our identities will always be confidential. I thought we might write an erotic book together or sell a book of artsy photos. With that in mind the contract says we'll both keep a weekly journal to record what we did and how we felt. Each journal would be kept secret from the other person until the year is up. In that way you can be candid in your observations without fear of disrupting anything."

Mike pushed several fingers down between Becca's legs and she pressed upward against them with arousal as they passed over her clit. Becca unconsciously spread her legs further apart and said "Please Mike. Are you going to keep teasing me for an hour? I could use some sexual relief right now. My breasts will keep swelling for you- I promise."

"That's exactly what I was thinking. I don't usually bring you off before milking but there's no real reason not to." As he spoke his fingers toyed with Becca's pussy and she gasped. Mike then continued, "I was also thinking that pushing you to climax might well prompt your tits to leak and I'm ready to taste your first drops. I actually can't wait to tease your nipples with my mouth."

Mike moved to kneel between Becca's thighs and reached out to her breasts. He cupped his hands beneath them and weighed both of them in his hands while staring at them with lust. "Absolutely incredible," he said. "They're so big and heavy."

Mike then said, "Since you confessed to reading milking machine porn I guess I should share something with you. I've been thinking about your breasts going back to "B" cups. There's a perverted side of me that imagines your body still producing milk to fill "DD"s- leading to your needing very frequent milking and being uncomfortably swollen much of the time. I imagine you constantly pleading for me to suck on you and being very horny. I visualize enjoying your obscenely swollen tits anytime I want and I see you panting with passion as I indulge myself."

"Oh really," said Becca. "Well, there's a perverted side of me that envisions my tits growing another cup size and staying that way even without milk. I imagine having men salivate over my body as I win "best tits" and wet tee shirt contests all over the country. I give up my day job and live on the income I get from displaying my tits."

Mike replied, "Well, I can see that; in fact, I'll be your agent. But these tits are mine for the next year. I'll be happy to prep them for your new career but I'm the only one who's going to be salivating up close and personal for quite awhile."

As he spoke Mike's hand returned to Becca's pussy. He spread her lips and two fingers played with her wet folds. Her arousal re-doubled. Mike slowly moved his fingers near her clit. Becca's breath caught as he pushed her to the edge. She was soon shuddering and gasping through a huge climax and Mike stared at her nipples hoping to see some tempting drops of milk. For a minute he was surprised and disappointed that nothing appeared. Then he saw the first small droplet emerging from her left nipple. He moved in close and said, "That's what I was waiting for. I'm looking forward to a year of your breasts being so full your nipples can't hold it all in."

"It sounds like you're becoming more of a sadist every minute. I'm starting to worry a little about this contract."

"It's not really sadism," replied Mike as his mouth moved to within an inch of the milk droplet. "It's lust for your nipples. I'm always talking about your breasts but I'm equally obsessed with your big hard nipples. I've always loved erect nipples and yours are truly spectacular. Add a drop or two of milk and I'm truly obsessed." His tongue extended to capture the droplet as Becca stared down at her breast. She shuddered at the teasingly light touch and all that was symbolized by it. She was looking at a year of being the object of Mike's tit obsession. She smiled and thought, 'Yes, she could live with that.' She moaned as another droplet magically appeared in the same spot and hung lewdly from her erect nipple. Her nipples throbbed as she longed for Mike to be drawn to suck on them. How long was he going to tease her?

Mike's tongue removed the second drop with the same finesse as the first. He drew his head back a few inches and looked at Becca's other breast. The nipple looked painfully erect. It was at first dry but then Mike watched as a droplet emerged from nowhere. He said, "Mmm, I seem to have gotten your attention."

Becca saw the offering at her second nipple and wondered if it might be enough to seduce Mike. In a sultry whisper she said, "As you can see both of my nipples are begging for you. Please suck on me. Suck me dry."

"In due course," replied Mike as he removed the new droplet with the tip of his tongue. "For now I'm enjoying the slow approach. For every drop that emerges I'd guess at least ten are being made. That means your tits are still growing and stretching and getting even more ready for me. I think I'll just stay close and try to catch each drop. At some point if they come too fast for me I'll assume you may have reached your fullest. I might make you hold that for awhile- then I'm going to drain you totally. You've earned that and I'm not going to be satisfied with a time limit either. I suspect your orgasms will be the largest you've had for several weeks."

"Oh, please," panted Becca. "I'm so full now. I feel so swollen. Look at my leaking nipples. They're begging you."

"I see that. I don't know if you're really full or if my tongue's presence is drawing the droplets out. Maybe your tits are reacting to my mouth being here. In any case, it's going to get a little messy but I'm going to play with your nipples for a little while before sucking on them. If you think about it, because of your lactation I always go from staring at your nipples to sucking with no foreplay; tonight I want to feel your nipples on my lips and tongue like I'm sure I'd do if you weren't lactating."

"Do you expect me to feel sorry for you? I don't think you have anything to complain about. You've had one of my tits in your mouth every few hours every day for the past few weeks. You're the one that came up with the time limits; without those you could have had even more time with them."

"I'm not complaining at all. I was simply explaining why you're going to wait a little longer." Mike's tongue pressed firmly against Becca's left nipple. They could both feel that more than a few drops of milk were released. His mouth was moistened and several drops ran down over her breast and dripped. Becca gasped with arousal at his mouth's more aggressive touch. It felt strange to leak so much and his touch only increased her desire to feel his mouth sealed around her turgid nipple.

Becca panted, "Suck on me." She flexed her chest muscles trying to push her breast into Mike's mouth but her bondage was too tight. Her breast simply moved an inch or so vertically. That was enough to drag her wet nipple up across Mike's upper lip which aroused her even more. She moaned with passion and frustration. She immediately tried to rake her nipple downward across his lip but Mike moved out of her reach.

He didn't say anything but moved to her other nipple and teasingly cleaned several droplets of milk away with his tongue which sent electric shocks straight to Becca's pussy. Mike's lips lingered at her nipple as he said, "I love your nipples. They're so big and taut." His lips felt up the erect nub causing Becca to squirm with arousal.

"Please suck on me. You're being a bastard to just tease me for so long. My tits feel like they're going to explode."

"Soon," replied Mike. "I've wanted to feel your nipples ever since I first saw them. As I said before, your lactation has prompted me to just suck on them but feeling them this way is great! You'd better get used to it. I'll want to do it frequently over the next year."

Mike continued to tease each of Becca's nipples in turn using his tongue and lips. More and more milk leaked from her. The drops he missed ran down her swollen tits and dropped onto her thighs. Feeling the wetness on her legs and knowing the source was secretly very erotic to Becca. She felt like a true pervert and was shocked by her arousal.

Finally, Mike said, "Based on the mess we've made I'd guess you've reached the point at which your leaking equals your production. I'm going to leave your tits alone for a few minutes. Let's see if they stop leaking. While you calm down I'm going to spread a waterproof pad on the bed; there's a good chance you'll leak much more when I attack your breasts. I can only suck on one at a time; I'd guess the other one will weep quite a bit. I'll be back in a few minutes." He left the room and Becca stared down at her nipples which were leaking small amounts- there were no individual droplets anymore- they were coming fast enough to join together.

Becca marveled at how obscene her life had become. She was sitting naked in her kitchen. She was bound in a chair, leaking milk from her big tits. It was dripping onto her thighs and then onto her kitchen floor. She'd had an orgasm just a few minutes before but was incredibly horny. She couldn't wait for her lover to ravish her tits and fuck her. He'd be fucking her well; she knew that but wasn't sure if it would be in her ass or pussy. Either was fine with her. The topper was that all of this was just foreplay to her upcoming year as a contract milk producer; a contract that effectively said, 'I'm a perv. Do this to me for 12 months.' 

Mike came back and resumed his kneeling position between Becca's spread thighs. He leaned in close to her left nipple and tongued the milk away- both on her nipple and from the flesh below. He then repeated the cleansing of her right breast. Becca enjoyed the touch of his tongue but said, "Haven't you teased me enough? Don't you want to suck on me and then fuck me?"

"Yes and yes," replied Mike. "I was just curious to see if you would stop leaking if I wasn't teasing you. I think the flow slowed but didn't stop. I'm going to cut the tape and then we're going to the bedroom where I can properly service your needs. Okay?" "Yes!"

Mike removed the tape and quickly wiped Becca's thighs with a paper towel. He then gestured for her to rise and brought her to their bed. She lay down on her side as she did routinely for milking. She could feel her breasts ache with heightened anticipation. Mike joined her and without saying a word engulfed her right nipple with his mouth. Becca gasped as she felt the familiar suction at her nipple. His hands reached to her hips and around to her ass. She could feel the lust in his hands as he grabbed her. She immediately knew she was going to be ravished- not merely milked. 

She was in sexual heaven as his suction relieved some pressure and shot waves of pleasure through her. She loved feeling his hands fondling her ass. Within 30 seconds she could feel her body beginning to tense with arousal. She smiled as she recognized the first signs of the approaching orgasm. Mike's mouth was working its magic on her again. The orgasm was coming on so quickly she was sure she'd have several before she was drained. All of her sexual frustration was about to be sucked away.

Becca's body tensed more. She could feel milk leaking from her one breast as Mike sucked on the other. That was sexy in its own way. She thought of being milked while bound to a machine. She visualized her full tits hanging through holes in a hammock while an invisible stranger sucked on her. Those thoughts turned her on even more.

Overwhelmed. That's how she felt as her climax took over her mind and body. She felt helpless as her thighs squeezed together and her pussy contracted. It was a big one- one of the most intense orgasms she could remember. Every ounce of her strength seemed to flow out through her nipple into Mike's powerful mouth. He knew just how to milk her and get her off and he was giving her a one year contract. It was going to be exhausting but great.

One part of her wanted him to stop sucking so she could savor her orgasm but she was helpless and she didn't really want to stop. She knew that her milking was less than half done; she wanted him to have every drop. Becca could feel Mike rolling her body slightly; she knew the drill and arched her back to offer her second tit. She felt his mouth leave her one nipple and attach to the other.

His first contact with her full breast brought a new wave of intense feelings. How would she describe such feelings in a journal? They were full of electricity and instant sexual arousal. They also represented relief as her milk started to flow. Her body now seemed wired to her left breast as Mike sucked. She relaxed into her lover's mouth and hands with a sense of wellbeing. Emotional and physical pleasure had fully replaced the frustration Mike had made her endure.

Becca's excitement built as she enjoyed being the object of Mike's lust. She realized that one of his hands was now on her pussy and she was humping his palm as his fingers fucked her. His mouth was devouring her second tit and draining it- fulfilling all of her needs. She could feel her body starting to build to another earth shattering orgasm. She knew her tits would soon be empty and she'd be sexually sated- spent in every sense. She started to visualize Mike fucking her in her weakened state- taking the spoils of his attack and her excitement built further. A year's worth of being teased, frustrated, drained and fucked lay ahead. Mmmm. She could live with that.



Meeting After Ten Years Ch. 04



The contract was signed. Mike and Becca's strange lifestyle continued with her milk filled breasts being enjoyed by him regularly. Four milkings a day with each session limited to 5 minutes was the norm. This was Mike's way to regulate her milk production. While Becca was frequently uncomfortable and sexually frustrated her body had adjusted its production to the level they agreed was manageable. She looked forward to Mike's control of her breasts and other aspects of her life over the 12 months of the contract.

Becca had several initial tasks under the contract. The clothing provisions received her first attention.

Becca searched the Internet for sexier bras that would still give support to her heavy breasts. She found a brand that offered sexier styles with front opening clasps. She bought several and put the sturdy nursing bras off to the side of her dresser drawer. She expected to keep looking for new bras but felt she'd met one of her first contract tasks with her initial purchase. 

The bras had some substance to them but much less than what she'd been wearing. She didn't know if she could handle the heavy bounce and sway she now felt as she walked. It was more pronounced as her breasts filled with milk and made her all the more aware of her need to be milked. She wasn't sure how she felt about the new sensation. It served as a frequent reminder of her over sized breasts which was often arousing. Others also noticed the movement of her breasts which was embarrassing but fed her ego. She knew the men loved her big tits and they couldn't help but look when they moved about. In loose clothes the movement was a subtle tease; in tight tops it was blatant and made her feel like a slut. She wasn't comfortable with that but knew it was another aspect of the coming year to which she had committed.

The couple also visited a corset shop in a nearby city. They bought an off the shelf under-bust corset in black satin. As Mike explained it to Becca, wrapping her body tightly in black accentuated her breasts. Being able to remove her bra while leaving the corset in place gave him full access for milking and was an incredibly sexy way to display her breasts for intimate times together. As if they weren't already big enough he enthused that they'd look even bigger when she was in the corset with no bra.

Mike's appreciation of how the corset enhanced Becca's body was evident within hours of its purchase. He told her to wear it home from the shop and seemed to touch her body more than usual that afternoon. At the evening milking he put the timer aside. He attacked her breasts passionately and drained every drop of milk in them. His hands were all over her torso and ass both during the milking and after when he fucked her violently. It was one of the ravishing sessions he'd told her would replace their regulated milkings from time to time. The experience was great for Becca. She had several very intense orgasms and being fully drained gave her a contented feeling that lasted almost an hour. She knew she couldn't be ravished everyday nor have her breasts fully emptied but she certainly hoped these breaks in their routine would happen often. These times were what made the contract worthwhile.

Mike told her the corset and one of her sexier bras was to be her routine lingerie for social occasions. She'd also wear stockings and heels. For every day work the corset and heels weren't required but he made it clear that he favored short skirts rather than pants of any kind. She accepted that she had more shopping to do.

At the corset shop they also bought two bras that would leave the upper half of Becca's tits exposed. They weren't very practical and couldn't be worn under many of her clothes since mounds of breast flesh were pushed up for display. Mike said he looked forward to enjoying the blatant look in some semi private settings and at home. Becca felt as if her tits would spill out of the half cups and was nervous about how often she'd be expected to wear one of the low cut bras. She viewed the bras as an example of Mike's keeping her on edge sexually. It was provoking to think of her bra being overwhelmed by one or both of her breasts. She imagined having it happen in a theater or restaurant and how flustered she'd be as she tried to subtly deal with her overflowing breast. She envisioned such mind games were going to be a recurring sort of foreplay for the next year.

Becca was also measured for and ordered a custom made corset. Again, it was an under-bust style in black. This was intended as the first in a series of ever smaller 'tight lacing' corsets. It wouldn't arrive for six weeks so their planned waist training couldn't start until then. By that time Becca would be off of the pill and they'd have a better idea of her breast size for the balance of the year. It had to be expected that they'd be smaller without the hormones in the pill even if she continued to lactate. This was an area of ongoing concern for her.

Mike was quite sure that by reducing Becca's waist her smaller breasts would appear larger. Becca thought the strategy might be a great alternative to breast implants. She loved being top-heavy and didn't want to lose the feeling. It might not work out but she liked the idea of reshaping her body to emphasize her breasts. She was also intrigued by the prospect of being under Mike's daily control as he laced her into the contouring garment. She fantasized about that control extending into the distant future when she no longer had milk. 

Soon after signing the contract Becca arranged a Saturday appointment for her required henna tattoo at a salon about 50 miles from home. She selected the shop for its out of town location. Another factor was her phone call with the female owner, Tina, who'd assured Becca of her personal service without fear of a lecherous man fondling her. Becca didn't give Tina any specifics beyond that she wanted a henna tattoo on one of her breasts.

Becca knew she'd be getting topless for the tattoo process so she wore one of her new sexier bras and a blouse that buttoned down the front. In keeping with Mike's preference she wore a skirt rather than jeans. The couple made the hour long drive to the salon. They met Tina and Becca sheepishly explained their desire to have Mike's initials inscribed on the side of her left breast. Tina interrupted by saying, "Excuse me. You didn't say anything on the phone and you haven't said it yet but am I correct that you're lactating?"

"Yes," replied Becca. "Does that matter?"

Tina said, "Applying tats to breasts is always a little difficult since the shape of the breast changes and that can distort the image. Lactation makes that much more of an issue since the breast flesh swells and shrinks every few hours. Using henna makes it all the more difficult since the henna doesn't work instantly. The paste has to sit undisturbed on the skin for at least an hour to get good color so movement of the skin is a problem."

"Oh, I didn't know all that," said Mike. "Is there a solution?'

"Solution isn't the right word. There are lots of variables. If you'd share some of your thoughts as to what you want I might be able to suggest something. For example, the location you mentioned is a little unusual. There must be a reason but other locations might not expand and contract so much. Also, do you want the tattoo to look its best when Becca's breasts are engorged with milk or when they're empty? It's going to look different at different times."

Becca blushed and didn't want to discuss such intimate things with a stranger. Mike hesitated and said, "Full. I'd like the tattoo to look best when her breasts are full. As to the location I wanted it on the side so it's not visible in a low cut dress. Well, actually, there's a good chance we're going to take some photos- some artsy photos of Becca's breasts and I didn't want the tat to detract from those."

"Okay," said Tina. "That's helpful. As you know when the breast is swollen with milk it's much firmer."

"Becca, I'd like to see your breasts. Are you full now?"

Becca blushed even more and said, "No. I'm not full. We drained most of my milk just before we drove here." As she spoke she unbuttoned her blouse. "I guess I should tell you that I have milk because of an experimental pill I've been taking. I'm not feeding a baby. Uh... Mike enjoys my breasts being swollen and, well, enjoys my milk."

Tina smiled and said, "Oh. I see. You obviously have great breasts. Don't be embarrassed. I know another couple who enjoy lactation sexually and have continued it after the baby was weaned."

Becca was very embarrassed but was relieved that she no longer had to keep the secret. She took off her blouse and then her bra. She was glad it was sexier than the sturdy nursing bras she'd been wearing. She stood tall with her large breasts boldly displayed. She wasn't an exhibitionist but she took pride in her appearance. She knew her breasts were huge but very well shaped and that her overall body was toned and very attractive. Tina stared at Becca's breasts and was obviously impressed by Becca's dramatic body. Her interest in Becca's tits seemed natural since she was going to soon be working her art on them. Tina moved closer and studied Becca's chest from several angles.

Tina said, "You're not full? It was the large size of your breasts on your small frame that made me think of lactation. I could tell they were natural by their shape and the way they bounced as you walked in. How long will it be until you're full?" 

"Two hours or a little longer," replied Becca.

"Oh my... you certainly are well endowed." Tina reached out her forefinger and touched a spot on the side of Becca's left breast saying to Mike, "Here? Is this where you had in mind? How big did you think?"

"Yes, that's the area." said Mike. "I was thinking three letters-about a half inch high."

"Okay. I can do that but let's talk timing. I'd suggest you come back in two hours so the breast is swollen to the same degree as when you're going to look at the tat. I'm assuming that you get personally involved in the milking process and that's the time you want to see your initials here. At other times I'd assume the area would be covered in a bra and clothing. If so, I should do the tat when her breast is fully swollen."

"Okay. I guess that makes sense."

"There's another issue," said Tina. "It'll take about two hours for the henna to stain the skin. Becca will need to go without a bra and avoid any tight clothing for the two hours. She really should stay in one position for at least an hour. If she walks or moves her arms the breast is going to change shape and the henna will fall off before the staining is done. You'll have a faint tat that won't last very long.

"My suggestion is that you come back in an hour or two. I'll draw the tattoo and Becca will stay here for at least an hour. She'll need to sit still and be naked or covered only in a smock or big shirt that doesn't rub on the henna. Her arm will also need to stay away from her side and remain still- perhaps resting on the table. If she moves her arm a lot it will disturb the henna before it dries fully. She'll need to hold her milk so her breast stays fully swollen during the drying. I'd prefer two hours for full staining but don't know if Becca can wait that long."

Mike looked at Becca as he replied to Tina, "If two hours is needed Becca can give you two hours. She's learning patience. There is one thing, though. Can we have the room to ourselves at the end of the drying period so I can relieve her? I don't want to also ask Becca to also hold her milk for the hour's drive home."

Tina checked her appointment book and said they could have the room. She then spoke to Becca saying, "I don't want to presume too much about your relationship but I gather the tattoo is Mike's idea and you've agreed to it to please him. Is it okay if I speak privately with Mike? I have an alternative idea that might be appealing to both of you but I'm thinking I should run it by him first." Becca blushed but said it was fine.

Tina gestured to Mike to follow her and said, "Let me show you my other room." As they entered Mike could see that it was roughly the same as the room they'd been in. The notable difference was the old doctor's exam table mounted in the center of the room. The table had adjustable arm and leg rests with stirrups extending out and up. There were straps in numerous places. Tina continued, "I use this room for genital piercing and some intimate tattoo work. One end of the table can be raised to almost vertical so we could have Becca in a sitting position. She needs to be standing or sitting up so the breast hangs naturally when I do the tat. The straps can secure her in the desired position for the drying time- either an hour or two. I'll leave that up to you."

Mike replied, "Sitting like that for two hours sounds very uncomfortable. I didn't realize the tattoo was going to be so much trouble."

Tina said, "How about placing your initials someplace else? How about on her ass or hip?"

"No. Not there" replied Mike immediately. "That would be like branding a cow and we have an understanding that Becca is my sexy lover- not a cow."

"Okay. I understand. Again, I don't want to be presumptuous but I assume the tattoo relates to your involvement with Becca's lactation. Let me throw out a different image and different placement. For the placement I'm thinking of the Venus Mound. I don't know if Becca is shaved or waxed but if her mound were waxed it would create a wonderful canvas for an intimate henna tattoo. The skin there doesn't change size and shape like the breasts do. It could be placed high enough on her mound so that vaginal and oral sex wouldn't rub it away.

"I'll sketch a possible tat for your review. What I have in mind is a variation of one I did last month. That one had a dripping cock. I'm thinking of a breast in profile with an erect nipple that's dripping. Would that be appealing?"

"Wow," replied Mike. "That sounds great. Becca isn't waxed there but she'll cooperate. Won't future waxing pull off the tat?"

"Yes, it would but waxing is usually only done every three weeks or so. A henna tattoo doesn't last for any longer than that so I don't think you'd be losing much.

"If Becca's mound isn't waxed I'd suggest having it done and then waiting two days before I apply henna to the area. There's no sense in risking infection or irritation," said Tina.

"Okay. Is there a local waxing salon you would recommend? I'm sure Becca would be more comfortable having it done away from our small town."

"If we're only talking about her mound I can do it. I'm not going to do a full Brazilian or anything right next to her pussy but her mound is easy. I don't advertize waxing as a separate service but I frequently do it to prepare a site for a tat. I could do that now and do the tat in a couple of days."

"Great," said Mike. "Let me tell Becca about the new plan. Then I'd like to use your evil looking table. I think she'll get off on being strapped down. For today you could do the waxing and perhaps you could put my initials just above the waxed area as kind of a temporary mark. Then we'll leave her strapped down for an hour or so. In a couple of days we'd add the image. How much drying time would the initials require? They don't need to be perfect; it's the thought that counts."

"It will depend on the placement. If her panties will rub, 2 hours would be best but we could do it now rather than two hours from now since the milk isn't an issue. If there's no clothing rubbing the area an hour would probably do. The longer the henna is left undisturbed the better. If it's removed early the tat is light and doesn't last."

"Okay. I view the initials as very temporary so a short life isn't a big thing. Let's do the wax, do the initials above that spot and make her stay in place for an hour. I'll make her go without panties for the drive home and by the time we're home we'll be on schedule for her mid-day milking. Can we do the new tat on Monday about 6PM? We both have office jobs until 5 and need an hour to drive here."

"Monday at 6 is fine."

Mike explained the change in plan to Becca. She was embarrassed at the idea of Tina's waxing her Venus Mound but accepted it as well within her contract with Mike. She also found Tina's idea for an artistic tat showing a breast and milk to be much sexier than Mike's original idea.

Tina confirmed that Becca could put her bra and blouse back on but would need to strip from the waist down. The group moved into the other room and Becca completed her dressing and undressing. Tina adjusted the table to raise one end. She then helped her subject onto the table placing her in a reclining position with her ass at the edge of the table. She raised her legs to the stirrups and locked the extendable leg rests in a wide V. This left Becca's pussy blatantly exposed. Tina closed wide leather cuffs around each of Becca's ankles and a second set around her calves. Becca was taken aback by the straps but remained silent. Inwardly she found being strapped down by the strange woman to be very kinky.

Tina gave Becca's Venus Mound a cursory inspection and then moved to the arm rests- gesturing to Becca to place her arms on the extended rests. Through trial and error Tina adjusted the armrests for Becca's comfort and then tightened a leather strap around each wrist. She noted to her bound customer that restraining her arms wasn't really necessary but Mike had thought it would add to her experience. Becca looked over at Mike and noticed the obvious bulge in his pants. Mike followed her eyes and a few seconds later they stared at each other and smiled in mutual recognition that the straps were also important to his experience.

Tina moved between Becca's legs. She ran her fingers through the pubic hair- presumably to judge its length. Tina shivered a little at the intimate touch. Tina used a scissors and small comb to trim the hair on Becca's mound to about a quarter of an inch. As she worked she chatted with Becca and explained the waxing and henna procedure while also seeking to calm her customer's nerves. It was obvious that the position was embarrassing and there was concern about the unknown pain of waxing. Mike sat in the corner of the room thumbing through a catalog of Tina's tattoo work while also watching Tina and Becca.

After starting to speak and then hesitating, Tina spoke softly to Becca, "I'm not a lesbian. I have a boyfriend... so don't take what I'm going to say the wrong way. I just can't help saying that now that I've seen both halves of your body naked you have the sexiest woman's body I can imagine. It's got to be every man's wet dream. I'm sorry if I'm embarrassing you. I'll shut up."

Becca said, "Well, I'm feeling a little exposed here so maybe we could talk about something else. Er... but thanks for the compliment. My natural body has "B" cups; the drug trial I'm in resulted in their getting so big and created the milk. Mike's in 'pig heaven'."

Tina replied, "I'll bet he is. Again, I'm sorry I embarrassed you. At the risk of offending you again though, am I right that you're pleased with lactating? I mean, you're not just doing it for your boyfriend?"

"You're right. The pills gave me big tits which I love and also made me horny. I love being swollen with milk and having Mike suck on me. Every time he does I have multiple orgasms- so what's not to like?"

"Oh. Wow. I didn't know lactation was so sexual."

Becca replied, "If you have a new baby it's probably not so sexy. For me though, it's all about sex. I feel sexy and I'm getting sexually satisfied multiple times a day."

"I'm very jealous. You've got a kick ass body, a loving man, and daily orgasms. I'd settle for any one of the three. Excuse my curiosity again, but does Mike drink all of your milk? He must like the taste."




Meeting After Ten Years Ch. 04



"I use a breast pump once a day when I'm working but Mike sucks out the rest. Actually, we have to limit most sessions to about 5 minutes to control my supply. Initially when Mike sucked me dry each time my body produced more and more milk. I was full and needed relief about every two hours. I gave Mike control over my milkings and he usually does 5 minutes on each side four times a day- that leaves me uncomfortable sometimes but it reduced my milk production to a manageable amount."

Tina said, "This is going to sound weird but if he needs an assistant or a stand-in I'd like to sign up. I'd love to experience sucking on you and drinking your milk."

"Uh... you're embarrassing me again. I'm not a lesbian but lying here with my legs spread and having a woman talking about sucking on my tits is perversely arousing."

Mike moved closer to the women at that moment and said, "What's perversely arousing? That sounds like something I'd like to hear."

"Nothing," replied Tina. "It was just girl talk." 

The waxing wasn't nearly as painful as Becca had expected. The intimacy of the procedure was a bigger issue. Tina's hands were on and off Becca's mound repeatedly during the trimming and waxing. She'd never been touched there for so long by anyone but a male lover. Even though the contact was professional, having Tina's hands so near her pussy was strangely exciting. Tina had moved her face in very close after the waxing to look for stray hairs. She then used a tweezers to remove the few hairs the waxing had missed. Becca found having a stranger's face only inches from her pussy to very unnerving and arousing.

Tina's work to draw Mike's initials in henna was even more intimate as Tina rested the fingers of her left hand on Becca's naked mound to support her other hand as she applied the henna just above the natural limit of her pubic hair. Becca could almost feel Tina's breath and was sure Tina could smell her arousal.

Fortunately the tattoo process didn't take very long. In fact, Becca was surprised and felt abandoned as Tina pulled away and announced she was done. Being aroused and strapped down with her legs spread was a new and very kinky experience. As Tina put away her materials she called attention to the time and reminded Becca that a minimum of an hour was needed for the henna to work. Tina looked at Mike and said, "I'll leave you two alone for now while I work up the sketch I mentioned. In fact, I have some alternatives I'll also do for your review. I'll bring them in after I finish with my next appointment which should be in about an hour." 

Becca lay on the table naked from the waist down. Mile inspected her waxed mound and commented on how sexy it was. Becca enjoyed being the subject of his lust but knew they couldn't do anything sexual since it would destroy the tat. In a few minutes her arousal was replaced by boredom. Mike offered her his I-pod and inserted the ear buds for her. She closed her eyes and hoped she might fall asleep to pass the time. She dozed a little but came quickly awake as she felt fingers toying with the buttons on her blouse. She was relieved to find it was Mike. She told him to stop but was helpless to do anything. When her blouse had been opened Mike unhooked her bra and teased her nipples with his fingers. Becca protested that Tina might come back but Mike continued with his teasing. Becca's past experiences with being bound had all been consensual and expressly intended to keep her hands off of her breasts. Being strapped down in the semi privacy of the tattoo room with her legs spread obscenely was very different and quite exciting. As she became more aroused Becca asked Mike to suck on her but he refused noting that it wasn't yet time. When Mike heard Tina in the hall he quickly closed two buttons on Becca's blouse which gave some cover to her breasts but made it obvious that Mike had been playing with them. Becca was embarrassed at first but relaxed as she realized that being bound relieved her of all responsibility. If Tina was going to think their conduct had been inappropriate it was Mike who should be embarrassed.

Tina knocked on the door and entered without waiting. Seeing Becca's blouse gaping open above and below her breasts Tina smiled, looked at Mike and said, "I trust you didn't do anything to dislodge the henna." Mike shook his head. He reached over and removed the ear buds so Becca could hear.

Tina held out three small sheets of paper before the couple. The first sketch was a line drawing of a breast in profile with a large nipple. Three droplets were shown in a vertical line on the field below the nipple. It was the image Mike had been expecting and he liked it.

The second sketch was similar to the first except the breast was drawn with an extra two lines depicting a partial body. It was amazing to Mike how the image was changed so dramatically with just a line or two. In effect the body was there to give scale. It showed the breast to be huge and imbued the image with much more sexuality.

A third drawing showed a frontal view of a slender woman's torso with two oversized breasts. Droplets appeared below one breast.

Mike and Becca looked at the 3 sketches. Becca's face was flushed. Mike said, "Wow. They're all great." He turned to Becca to ask her opinion but immediately sensed she was too embarrassed to say anything. He continued, "I assume these are the actual size you'd draw with the henna. The frontal view is really blatant. I love it but perhaps it has too much detail for its size done in henna. Between the other two I love the one that uses the line of the body to show the huge size of the breast. Becca knows how obsessed I am with her swollen tits. This tat reflects how huge they are." He turned to Becca and said, "If you disagree with the choice, now it the time to speak up." Becca shook her head. "Okay, the profile with the body is it," said Mike.

Tina said, "That was my favorite, too. I'm very pleased with how that one conveys so much. It's also really sexy. I can't wait to draw it on the intimate field we've created for it. You can have the room for another hour if you want or you can leave anytime. Skipping panties for the drive home should give you the extra hour of henna to give you a good tat. I'll see you on Monday at 6."

Becca was flustered at the panty comment since Mike hadn't mentioned that part of his plan to her. After Tina left Mike said, "I thought we'd try to leave the henna in place and drive home. Your panties would knock it off. I can take care of your milk when we get home and we'll be on schedule. If you'd prefer you can stay immobilized here for an hour and I can milk you here before we drive home." Becca said she'd like to go and Mike removed her bindings. She restored her bra and blouse and carefully pulled her skirt on without disturbing the henna.

The couple left the shop. Becca had never gone out in public without panties and felt naked. She eased into the car- trying not to expose her nakedness. Mike made a comment suggesting that her slow entry was motivated by the henna; she smiled and let him think what he wanted.

Arriving at home Mike removed Becca's skirt in their kitchen and picked off the dried henna. He was pleased to see his initials now marked his lover. He retrieved a mirror and gave it to Becca. She stared at the tat and touched it gently. Her fingers then explored her denuded mound. She said, "I hate to admit it but I think the drawing is going to be really obscene and sexy."

Mike escorted Becca into the bedroom and stripped off her blouse and bra. Without prompting she lay on her side on the bed in the usual milking position and Mike lay down next to her. He moved in and enveloped her right nipple. Each of them groaned with passion as her milk started to flow. Becca's arousal grew even faster than usual and she was soon experiencing her first orgasm. As soon as her climax resolved she started to build toward another.

When the timer chimed they adjusted their bodies slightly. He restarted the timer and locked onto her other nipple. Becca enjoyed another orgasm as his mouth worked its magic on her tit. Another climax ran through her when Mike's hand dropped to explore her newly waxed Venus Mound and then dipped between her legs.

When the milking was done, Mike lowered his mouth to explore the waxed area more closely. This position also allowed for an up close view of the new tattoo. After a minute Mike rolled his lover onto her back, spread her legs and moved between them. His mouth returned to the waxed mound and he told her how sexy it was in its new condition. After a bit his mouth and two fingers assaulted her pussy and within a minute brought her to her largest climax. Mike moved over her and easily slipped his hard cock into her very wet slit. It didn't take long for him to explode inside her.

As the couple recovered Mike commented on how great the waxed area felt. He also observed that Becca had seemed particularly passionate. She replied that she'd been teased for over two hours at the salon. Mike said he was glad that she'd enjoyed the experience. He'd known she had been very nervous about it.

Becca smiled and said, "The experience was quite a bit more than I'd expected. I thought I was getting a temporary tat on my breast; instead I wound up with my pussy spread open for an hour while a stranger waxed and tattooed my mound. I don't know if I should tell you this or not but Tina whispered to me that she'd like to suck on my tits. She says she's straight but is curious about the milk."

"Oh. What did you tell her?"

"I didn't have to respond. She expressed it more as a wish than a request."

"Of course, under our contract the decision is mine but what would you like to do? We'll be with her on Monday just about the time you'll need to be milked."

"I think...I'd like to feel her at my nipple but being inexperienced she won't draw enough milk from me in 5 minutes. Can we extend the time?"

"Yes. We'll extend the session to perhaps 8 minutes. Do you want her to do both breasts? Do you want to have sex with her?"

Becca seemed shocked and immediately replied, "No I don't want sex. I don't want a threesome either if that's where your mind is going. I guess I'll need to make that clear to her. And, yes, I'd like her to suck on both of my breasts. You'll never fully understand. Even though I orgasm all of the time being sucked on is more than about sex and the milk. My life has become centered on my breasts and nipples. She seemed in awe of my tits. Having her suck on me will be letting her worship my tits- how could I not want that? I'm also thinking her mouth will feel very different than yours. I want to experience that."

"Okay. Let's get the tat done before we say anything. We don't want her to be distracted by visions of your beautiful nipples in her mouth. When she's done I'll invite her to suck on you."

"You'll invite her?"

"Yes. We don't need to tell her about our contract but between us your tits are mine. I'm the only one who should extend invitations. After I invite her you can tell her we discussed it and clarify the limited contact she's being invited to have. She'll need to know that when she gets aroused from sucking on you she'll be on her own."

"Oh, I hadn't thought of her getting excited. She says she's straight. Maybe that's not an issue."

"Seriously, whether she's straight or not she said she'd like to suck on you. Do you really think she could suck on your tits and drink your milk for 15 minutes and not get excited? I don't think so." 

Becca thought of Tina's mouth off and on for the next two days. She was curious and aroused as she imagined how a smaller feminine mouth would feel on her engorged nipples. She remembered Tina's dark lipstick and wondered if it would rub off or be washed off by her milk. Would Tina like the taste? Would Tina suck hard enough to draw out her milk or would she just toy with Becca?

All afternoon on Monday Becca thought of the milk she was producing. It would soon be sucked out by a stranger- a woman she'd only known for a few hours but who'd already seen her naked and touched her intimately. Becca felt she had definitely become a perv-she wasn't put off by the upcoming experience; rather, she was looking forward to it. She envisioned Tina doing her art and then being shocked by Mike's invitation. Was it possible Tina would say no? She hoped not.

When they arrived at Tina's salon Becca felt especially full. She assumed it was psychological but in any case she couldn't wait to feel Tina's mouth on her nipples. Tina greeted them and brought then to the room with the table. She assembled her materials and told Becca to remove her skirt and panties. The two women cooperated in getting Becca positioned on the table and Tina fastened the straps at her wrists, calves and ankles.

Tina checked out the tattoo from Saturday and mixed the henna for the new drawing. It took only about 15 minutes for Tina's art. As she worked she glanced up at Becca's chest several times and Becca's face flushed. Tina explained the need to stay still for at least an hour. She noted that she'd remove the henna depicting the drops in 30 minutes to give them a lighter color. Conversely, she suggested leaving a drop of henna at the drawn nipple for up to 6 hours if possible to get the appropriate darker color. She called Mike over and showed him how she'd subtly used a separate bit of paste for the nipple so the rest could be removed without disturbing what she called 'the focal point'.

Mike thanked Tina and said, "On Saturday you asked if Becca's breasts were full. They're full now; would you like to see them?"

Tina was taken aback by the statement but recovered quickly to say, "Yes, of course."

Mike opened Becca's blouse and pushed it down on either side of Becca's body. Becca's breath deepened as she anticipated her breasts being displayed for Tina and knew what would follow. Mike unhooked Becca's bra and peeled the cups off of each breast- again tucking the garment on either side of her body. The nipples had leaked a small amount which caused the bra to stick a little. Mike noted this to Tina saying it was a sign that Becca was definitely full. Becca knew this was meant as a subtle tease for both women.

Tina and Mike stared with lust at Becca's huge breasts. Her nipples stood proudly- about the size of gum drops and more inviting than candy. Mike pointed to Becca's left breast and said, "You can touch them. Stay away from the nipples for now; if you touch them they'll leak since they're very sensitive and there's a lot of pressure. Feel how swollen and hot the skin is. The heat and taut skin always turns me on."

Tina reflexively reached out but hesitated as she looked to Becca asking, "Is it all right?"

Becca replied softly, "Yes, touch me."

Tina's fingers explored the sides and bottom of Becca's left breast and said, "Oh my God. I didn't know they got so hard. It must hurt."

"It's more of an ache," said Becca. "I can feel the pressure build as the hours pass and I know I'm making more milk every minute. It's a little frightening. It's also arousing since I know that at a set time I'll have Mike sucking on me. I watch the clock a lot and get hornier as milking time approaches."

Mike then said, "Tina, Becca told me you'd like to suck on her. It's my pleasure to offer her to you for this evening's milking. Her tits are ready right now. It's only for milking- not for sex. You can suck on each breast for 8 minutes." Tina looked confused.

Becca said, "As I explained on Saturday Mike regulates my milking to control my production. He carries a timer. Mike usually sucks on each breast for 5 minutes. We agreed that you might need more time to draw the same amount of milk so we're allowing 8 minutes. I told Mike about your interest in sucking on me and said I'd like to experience a woman's mouth. Just remember that while I'll get aroused and probably climax it's not foreplay; I need to be milked. Even if we're both excited we're not going to have sex and my pussy is off limits. If you get all horny you're on your own. If those limits are okay, my tits are yours for 16 minutes."

Mike added, "When the milking is done Becca and I would like the room to ourselves for a while. As you can imagine, I'll have some needs from watching you with her."

Tina was speechless for a moment but then recovered. "Thank you. I've never done this, Becca. You may need to guide me a little."

"Don't worry. You'll do fine but I'll tell you if you're not. Now, please- I'm all swollen and I've been thinking about your mouth for 2 days. Suck on me."

Tina rolled her stool to the side of the table and repositioned the arm rest to get it out of the way. She leaned in so that her face was inches away from Becca's big nipple. She studied it for a few seconds and realized Becca was straining to roll her body closer to her mouth. Tina moved in. Her hand caressed the swollen breast as her mouth enveloped the anxious nipple. She was excited to hear Becca's gasp at the first contact followed by a groan of pleasure as she began to suck. Initially there was no milk but within 10 seconds Tina's mouth enjoyed her first taste of sweet breast milk.

Tina tongued the nipple to enjoy its size and sucked more. The big nipple felt incredibly sexy and she couldn't help but tease it with her tongue and teeth. It took 10 to 15 seconds for her to realize that she'd interrupted her sucking and the milk had stopped. Becca made some negative noises and said, "Suck on me; this isn't sex. I need to be milked." Tina reapplied herself to her task and found the flow increased. She had to swallow more frequently to keep up. She also noted that Becca had become sexually excited and was moving toward an orgasm.

Becca loved the gentle touches she felt from Tina's delicate fingers. Her mouth was also smaller and more sensuous than Mike's. Mike got the job done and she loved his lustful hands and mouth. Nonetheless, there was something special about Tina's lighter approach. Becca hoped Tina was drawing enough milk. The sensual touch wasn't worth much if she didn't suck out the needed quantity. Becca was hopeful about the result. She could feel significant milk had been removed.

After a few minutes Tina relaxed and felt she was doing well. Through her fingers Tina could sense the breast was getting softer. This showed her success. It also made Becca's breast sexier and Tina realized she'd become highly aroused along with Becca. Tina fondled Becca's breast and both women groaned with her sexual touch. Tina continued to suck on Becca and swallow her milk. When Becca reached orgasm Tina was proud that she's given her partner pleasure. She was frustrated with her own arousal since there was no likelihood she'd be getting off soon.

Tina was startled by the timer's chime. She then heard a soft feminine voice saying, "Thank you. It's time to switch sides." She tongued Becca's nipple a little more but soon heard, "Enough. My other side is aching for you."

Tina pulled away. As she moved her stool she said, "Thank you. Your breasts are fantastic and, well... I've never experienced anything as intense as feeling your breast give up its milk to me."

At the other side of the table Tina repositioned the arm rest and moved her stool into place. As she sat down she surreptitiously unsnapped her jeans. Within a few seconds she was caressing Becca's full breast and saying, "I don't know which is sexier- all swollen or softly sensuous." Her mouth descended onto the erect nipple to the mutual pleasure of the two women. Milk soon flowed.

Tina's one hand held Becca's breast while her other secretly found its way into her panties. Over the next few minutes each woman's arousal rose quickly until Becca reached orgasm. Tina soon climaxed as well but sought to be quiet as she was embarrassed by her masturbation in the presence of the others.




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In a little while the timer chimed and Tina was shaken with the thought that her experience was over. She stayed at Becca's nipple a few seconds more until Becca chided her that it was time to stop.

Tina backed her mouth away and gave Becca's breast a few final caresses. "Thank you so much... both of you. That was awesome. Mike, you're the luckiest man I know and I'd love to help you any time you need an understudy. I'll leave you two alone now." As she moved away she remembered the tattoo and said, "Just give me a second to flick the henna off of the droplets in the tat. Then I'll be gone." She performed the task in seconds but lingered a little to enjoy seeing Becca's pussy which was swollen and wet with arousal. She'd never seen an aroused pussy before. The strong smell of sex rising from the area also drew her attention but she knew she had to leave. Finally, she did.

Mike said, "That was very hot. It's left me very horny. How can you get me get me off without disturbing the henna? I'd love to bury myself in you but the skin on your mound would definitely get pushed and pulled."

Becca said, "I've been wondering the same thing. Even if you unstrap my arms I'm not in a good position to reach your cock. The table isn't wide enough for you to climb up to get your cock to my mouth. May I suggest that you jerk off onto my tits?

Mike didn't reply. He moved to stand close to the table near Becca's breasts, dropped his pants and grabbed his cock. "You looked so sexy being milked. When I'm sucking on you I can't see it. Watching was fantastic. Perhaps every three weeks we'll get you waxed, tattooed and milked..." His words trailed off as he came explosively all over Becca's right breast.



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Mike required that both Becca and he maintain separate daily journals to record their respective memories of each day during the one year contract. Each morning they took 15 minutes to privately reflect on the prior day and jot down the highlights.

As Mike wrote in his Journal he marveled at his good fortune. After not seeing his occasional college date for years he'd bumped into her by chance. Becca now had a body like the original Barbie doll. Compared to an average woman's shape her lower body was beautiful and in great condition. It was her upper body that truly demanded attention. Her breasts were disproportionately large and beautifully shaped. A jealous woman would probably call them too big; a man would stare, get erect and salivate.

Her lactating DDs were a fluky side effect of her participation in a drug trial. While initially shy about her new body she was horny and anxious to submit to Mike as he found new ways to expose her kinky side. He controlled her milk production through timed milkings. He loved sucking on her tits and she orgasmed frequently as he drained her. She had willingly signed a contract with Mike giving him control over her breasts and body for a year. In exchange he committed to service her breasts for the year and to direct her to new sexual heights. He'd been implementing the contract for about a month- exploring kinky new experiences with her as fast as he could formulate them. Becca's intimate session with Tina, the tattoo artist, had been their latest and Mike was looking forward to future sessions since the temporary tat would need to be redone every 3 weeks or so.

Becca's henna tattoo turned out even better than Tina's sketch. With just a few lines the artist had captured a woman's body in profile with oversized breasts. Below the nipple a few droplets of milk trailed down Becca's waxed Venus Mound. Both Mike and Becca found it perverse and very erotic. 

A few hours after the artwork had dried Mike had moved his face in close as Becca got naked for the bedtime milking. From a few inches away, Mike had said, "I love your denuded Mound in general but the tattoo makes it spectacular. I think I'll take some close up pictures of it in the morning. I'm only sorry that I'm the only one who gets to see it."

Becca said, "Well, Tina has seen it but yes, you're on the very short list of those privileged to study my Mound. Even I can't see it as well as you can."

Mike replied, "If I can get the right picture I'll have it blown up and framed for the bedroom wall. You'll be able to see it then. I also want to get a professional to take some boudoir shots of your body. I'll let you know when I've made the arrangements. In the morning I'll just try some amateur photography. "

After completing his journal entry Mike guided Becca to sit on the stool she used for her vanity. With her naked from the waist down and her legs spread Mike snapped extreme close- up photos of her new tat.

As he finished Mike said, "The tat is a great symbol of our contract. Now that the tat is in place I trust you'll keep the contract in mind in everything you do. Your breasts and milk are mine."

"I don't need a symbol. My swollen tits are a constant reminder. As to my compliance with the contract I don't think you have any complaints. I've bought new bras, a corset and quite a few sexier clothes. You've started training my waist with the new corset. I've had my Mound waxed and tattooed. Last but not least, four times a day I lovingly fill your mouth with my milk. All in all I'd say I've met every contract obligation."

Mike admitted, "You're right. I have no complaints. You've been great." 

As he spoke Mike was thinking that she'd soon have some new challenges. More specifically, Mike was ready to involve Becca in the fabrication of the milking machine he'd designed. He'd acquired a used church kneeler and a strong table from a second hand store along with various fasteners, padding, and the like. Using these things he'd build the furniture portion of the machine. He'd also researched and contacted some specialty machinist craftsmen. Their services would produce the functioning part of the machine.

After a brief pause Mike said, "While you've done all that I've asked, you should never assume that I've exhausted my imagination or perversion. Please come to the rec room with me. I need your assistance with something I'm going to build for you."

Becca felt a chill at the thought that some custom device was being built just for her. She assumed it was probably a milking machine since the contract had referred to one. She'd read porn that contained such machines and found the thought of her breasts being milked by a machine intimidating but strangely exciting. It had been in more than one of her day dreams. She nervously accompanied Mike to the lower level of the condo. 

Becca hadn't been aware of Mike's furniture purchases. Seeing them made the notion of a milking machine much more real. She wasn't sure of what he'd build but seeing the kneeler she could easily visualize one or two variations. The images made her wet. The project was obviously just in the early stages; Mike said he needed measurements. She knelt on the kneeler and bent over as requested- holding the position by extending her hands to grasp an exposed pipe. Mike stood behind her and pressed his groin against her ass. Becca visualized them both being naked and his cock penetrating her. She was sure that was in Mike's mind as well. Mike moved away and made a note on a legal pad. Mike picked up a tape measure, made various measurements and jotted them down on his pad. He then dismissed Becca who left the basement knowing little more than before. She was torn between her curiosity and apprehension. She wanted to know exactly what he was building but also thought it might be better to simply experience it when directed. She liked doing what she was told; Mike's control was an important part of their contract.

With two evenings' carpentry Mike melded the two old items into a newly purposed piece of furniture. He showed the framework to Becca pointing out the soft rounded cushion he'd used to cover what had been the top of the kneeler. Some other firm padding defined the placement of the knees about 20" apart. It appeared that he'd cut a 30"wide by 4' long section from the old table. It was fastened to the top of the kneeler at about a 15% upward angle and was supported at its other end by heavy duty legs. The area beneath was open but contained some bracing and shelves. There was a large rectangular hole cut into the top roughly halfway up its length.

Mike had Becca kneel and lean forward onto the gently sloping table-like top. He confirmed that she found the position comfortable. Of course, he also wanted to confirm that her breasts would properly align with the 12" by 18" hole in the top. Seeing the alignment was good, he explained that two sub-contractors would create the functioning heart of the machine which would fit into the opening. Mike said he'd made an appointment with the first contractor for Saturday morning and that Becca's attendance was required. He'd explain more on Saturday.

In the meantime Becca was tasked to cover the knee and thigh areas of the kneeler and sloped top with some memory foam he'd bought. It was a 2" thick black variation of the material used in some modern mattresses. Body contact for about 15 seconds resulted in the foam molding itself to the contours of the body. It would give the frame a comfortable, custom fitted feel. Some non contact areas were to be covered in black leather and others were to be painted black by Becca over the next week. Participating in the creation of her own milking machine was bizarre but strangely arousing to Becca. 

In a few days the padding and leather were completed and the paint had dried. Mike invited Becca to the rec room to assist in the next step. With Becca in position on the frame Mike was able to finalize points of attachment and sizing for straps that could be used to secure her to the machine if desired. Becca then helped him cut and attach the straps and related hardware. There were thigh straps, arm restraints and a wide strap that would hold her down at the waist. When all of the restraints were in place Mike asked Becca to take off her skirt and panties. He then directed her to kneel onto the machine. He had her lie prone with her bra covered breasts in the rough opening. He strapped her tightly into place. As he closed the last buckle, Mike said, "I've been looking forward to trying out my new furniture. Obviously we'll have to wait for the milking apparatus but with or without that I also think of this as your new 'fucking frame'. I've fastened the frame to the floor so it won't move and you're nicely strapped onto your foam cushioned frame. You should be comfortable and I trust you appreciate how helpless you are. You're securely bound and your pussy is beautifully exposed to me. I'm going to pound into you; your ass looks so inviting."

He'd then stripped off his clothes. He fondled her hips, ass, and pussy for a full minute. It was obvious that he was enjoying her and she moaned at his touch. She got quite wet and was breathing hard as he teased her. He then stepped up close and guided his cock into her. He fucked her very hard and deep. She cried out in passion as he rammed into her. After a few minutes he came with a loud groan and then collapsed onto her ass. When he'd recovered his ability to speak he said, "You can expect similar treatment from time to time while being milked. That's a key element to my design." It had been a fantastic fuck for both of them. Becca looked forward to repeating the experience with the machine in operation.

Early the next Saturday Mike told Becca that her morning milking would be delayed. They'd be driving to the city and her breasts needed to be full when they arrived. He explained that her upper body was to be scanned by a high tech 3-D copier. The scan of her swollen breasts would be input into a digital molding machine that would create the suction sleeves of the milking machine. The technicians working the copier generally created molds for masks and other theatrical props. They'd been told they'd be scanning a naked woman for a partial latex body suit to be made by others. Their task was limited to making an exact mold of her chest. Mike felt they didn't need to know about the milking machine and would be more professional without that information. He tried to reassure Becca that the technicians routinely scanned women's bodies but secretly he wondered how they'd react to her great milk filled tits.

Becca was extremely nervous as they drove through a poor neighborhood and stopped in front of an old building. Mike escorted her into the small industrial building and she was relieved to see that the interior looked clean. It actually looked more like a lab than a machine shop. Becca's comfort level dropped when two eager young men in jeans and tee shirts approached them. Her image of a lab vanished. She now thought the room looked more like a movie set for a porn flick. Becca could feel the guys' eyes on her chest and knew they were lustfully anticipating seeing her naked. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself.

The next hour was difficult- both physically and emotionally. Becca had to remove her blouse and bra. She was then required to bend over with her fully swollen breasts hanging away from her body. Her arms were above her head for support and to allow the scanner- and the technicians- total access to her tits. Her nipples were always large but she knew they were huge from the delay in her milking. She guessed the guys had never seen a set of tits and nipples like hers and they were definitely enjoying the experience. Becca was sure that the extra scans the techs insisted on taking weren't needed except as a means of extending the session. For each scan one of them would bring his face within inches of her tits. The other tech would reposition her torso so her breasts would hang in a slightly different way and then he too would need to make a very close 'check' of the scanning alignment. While the techs never touched her, they got so close that Becca felt their breath on her breasts several times. Becca thought of it as coping a visual feel. It was highly embarrassing but in a perverted way she secretly enjoyed being the object of their lust. Her breasts ached- both with their high volume of milk and with sexual frustration.

When the scans were finally done and the couple went to their car, Mike thanked Becca for her cooperation saying, "I know that was difficult for you. Those guys were obsessed with your tits but you really can't blame them. I wanted to crawl under you and latch onto one of your nipples. I'm sure they did too. While you were occupied I used my phone to book a room at the hotel we passed about a mile from here. Your breasts are about to be rewarded for their cooperation."

"Oh," replied Becca. "As dirty as that experience made me feel, I am very full and very horny. I thought I was going to start leaking during the last two scans. Being serviced by my lover sounds very appealing; I can't wait."

They got to their room quickly and were soon naked. Mike guided Becca to the bed and assaulted her left breast. He sucked on it roughly as his hand fondled her other breast causing it to leak through his fingers. Becca gasped at his first contact and became more aroused by his rough treatment. Her arousal continued to build to her first orgasm within a few minutes. When he'd drained her first breast Mike immediately attacked the other continuing to be much rougher with her than usual. Two orgasms shook Becca before she was empty and pushed him away.

When the milking was done, Mike lowered his mouth to explore Becca's recently waxed mound more closely. The daylight flooding the room provided an excellent view of the new tattoo. He spread her legs and moved between them. He kissed her waxed mound and he told her how sexy it was in its new condition. He again told her he loved the new tat. Soon his mouth and two fingers assaulted her pussy and within a minute brought her to another climax. Mike then moved over her and easily slipped his hard cock into her very wet slit. It didn't take long for him to explode inside her.

On the trip home Mike explained that the molded latex sleeves would be sent to a second specialized contractor named Jensen. Technically he was 'Doctor' Jensen but that reflected a PhD not an MD. He was an engineer who had worked for a farm equipment company but now did consulting projects. Dr. Jensen's specialties included milking devices. His past work had largely been with veterinarians and expensive breeding animals but now he had a boutique practice involving human lactation.

Mike said Dr. Jensen would mount the sleeves in a frame that would drop into the opening on the furniture. He'd also integrate the sleeves with suction devices and some other add-ons he'd invented and install the assembly with its pump into the furniture they'd built. Becca wouldn't need to meet him until the machine was essentially completed. Her participation would be needed in the final testing and adjustment.

It was about ten days later that Mike informed Becca that Dr. Jensen had completed his off-site work and would be coming over to their condo on Saturday morning for the final assembly and testing of the machine. Mike said he'd be arriving at 11 and would need about an hour to assemble and install the pump and customized insert. Becca's noon milking would serve as the test and adjustment session. 

On Saturday Becca heard Dr. Jensen arrive but she stayed out of sight. She'd meet him later when she'd be submitting her tits to his machine. He made several trips bringing things in from his car. With each trip Becca visualized the padded frame being transformed by whatever he was carrying. She was torn between apprehension and arousal as she imagined herself being milked by the machine for the first time.

Becca was nervous as she was finally called to the rec room some two hours later. She'd been on edge for hours and with the delay in her milking her tits were ready to explode. Mike introduced her to Dr. Jensen. He was a man of about 40 wearing a lab coat. With unruly hair, eyeglasses and a bow tie he looked like a mad professor. Considering his line of work Becca thought that was a pretty accurate description.

Becca tried to discretely take in the sight of the finished machine. She'd worked on the frame and been fucked on it. She knew it quite well. Nonetheless, the addition of the milking apparatus changed the innocent frame into a threatening mechanical device. She blushed as she said hello to the stranger who'd made the suction tools for her breasts. He'd obviously thought about her breasts for over a week; she wondered if he'd been aroused and masturbated as he envisioned them. She was about to bare her tits and insert them into his machine- probably bringing one of his fantasies to life.

At Mike's urging Becca sheepishly took off her blouse and bra and knelt on the padded kneeler. Her naked breasts protruded obscenely and her fat nipples looked even bigger than usual. Dr. Jensen stared at her tits without comment or change in his expression. He stood close by and verbally guided her to lean forward so that her breasts would be centered over the vacuum tubes. He told her to lower her upper body and gently press and wiggle her breasts into the openings. It was a lewd act but one she'd daydreamed about many times. Of course, in her dreams the act had been done alone or with Mike- not in the presence of a stranger. She was told to extend her arms into the shallow indentations on the padded table. No straps would be used but Dr. Jensen pointed out that the arm placement was important since it placed some controls within easy reach. He'd explain the controls later.

It didn't take long for Becca to determine that Dr. Jensen had an unusual interest in breasts or perhaps in the latex that surrounded them. He crouched next to the machine and seemed in awe of either her tits or the sleeves as she settled into place. He seemed incredibly focused on the area under the table which she couldn't see. She knew though that her tits were there sheathed in latex. She concluded he'd spent far too long studying animal udders and milking machines. His hands reached under the table surface and she could feel his hands handling the latex sleeves that caressed her firmly. Becca couldn't see his hands but his facial expression seemed to cycle between lust and mechanical engineering.

Dr. Jensen explained to Mike and Becca that each sleeve had several special bands added as part of his design. Each band on the sleeves was electrically tightened and loosened in sequence from the base of the breast toward the nipple. At each nipple a 3" diameter area of the molded sleeve had been replaced by Jensen with his patented milking device. He explained that there were special sensors that would accurately pinpoint the location of the woman's nipple each time it entered the sleeve. This enabled the device to stimulate the nipple and latch onto it much like an infant. The device would then subtly move itself further onto the nipple as the suction drew it out. The doctor noted he had developed several sizes and types of latching units. Since he'd had the molds of Becca's nipples he'd been able to experiment with several and was sure the ones he'd selected would be a great fit. Adopting a serious tone he admonished Becca not to try to free herself from the suction by pulling her breasts away; the machine would hold her nipple too firmly. The only proper way to be released was to turn off the suction which would release the latching units. He proudly noted that all of the machine's actions were synchronized by a mini controller that he'd developed. He then said now that Becca's breasts were in place it would just take a few minutes to make some final adjustments. 




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As part of his fine tuning Jensen activated the bands that held Becca's breasts and adjusted their degree of tightening. Even without suction this action caused Becca's full breasts to start flowing. This flustered Dr. Jensen since without the pump running the milk had nowhere to go and small amounts started leaking out of air vents near the top of the sleeves.

Dr. Jensen quickly fumbled to turn on the pump. Becca felt some odd stimulation at each nipple. As the suction kicked in she screamed as it felt like her nipples were going to be torn off. Dr. Jensen hurried to turn down the suction level and mumbled, "Sorry; that was set on high." Even at the reduced level the suction was much stronger than Mike's mouth had ever produced. Becca's nipples ached as she could feel the milk being drawn out forcefully. She was acutely aware of the bands contracting on her breasts to push the fluid down and the suction pulling it from her. For the first time she felt like a cow being milked. The machine was mechanical, efficient and strong. She felt helpless in its relentless action and remembered the warning about the strength of the latching units. She was also embarrassed that she was sexually aroused. How could being milked by a machine arouse her? She was definitely a pervert. Her perverted pleasure was all the worse since a strange man was in control of the device and was again handling her breasts for no apparent reason. She cringed as she thought of his experimenting with the latex molds of her breasts. As she stole glances at him she had a second thought- he wasn't fondling a woman for sexual pleasure. It seemed more likely he thought of her as just another mammal having productive udders and took pride in the device's emptying them. She couldn't help but wonder which of them was the bigger perv.

Jensen explained the switches near her right hand. She could turn the machine on and off and regulate the power of the suction. He dialed the suction up until Becca winced and then reduced it to a much lower setting. There was also a timer switch if that was the desired control. Jensen noted to Mike that there was a master switch outside of Becca's reach. Mike could use this switch to disable all of Becca's controls and assume full control himself. His controls were next to the master switch. Finally, Jensen explained how to start the cleaning cycle and the steps Becca should take after each milking. In addition to the regular cleaning there was a container for the cleaning residue that would need to be emptied and rinsed several times per week. As he spoke Becca sensed that she'd been fully drained. She turned off the machine but remained in place. In part she stayed on the machine since it covered her breasts but she also felt so drained that it was easier to remain prone than to rise.

Dr. Jensen pointed out the cabinet for supplies, mini fridge for storing the milk produced and the sterilizing unit to be used for the milk jars. He explained the simple operation of the sterilizer and asked if she had any questions. After answering two or three questions the Doctor started to pack up his tools. He paused and said to Becca, "Routine is very important. When you enter the milking room step on the scale and record your weight in the Measurement Journal by the scale. Mike will take your measurements at least weekly and record them. This will alert you to changes in your body that may or may not warrant follow up.

"The collection jars are numbered and marked to show the volume collected. As each jar is used the time, date and quantity must be recorded in the Milk Journal that's kept next to the refrigerator. Any unusual foods consumed, etc. should be noted in the comments section."

Jensen turned to Mike and said, "As I've told you, the flavor of the milk can be changed through regulating her diet. I can give you suggestions if you want. That's up to you and of course can be done at any time. You've told me her breast size may decrease. The sleeves will function well for a reduction of up to about a half cup size. I can make simple adjustments for another half cup. Beyond that you'll need to get a new scan done to create new sleeves. I'll be able to re-use the latching and suction on the new sleeves but the machine would be out of service for a few days." 

After a few pleasantries the doctor packed up and left. When they were alone Mike asked, "How was it? Watching you being milked was very hot. I also liked that we now have a "Milking Room" with routines and Journals. That's much sexier than the old rec room."

Becca said, "This thing could drain me in about two minutes but my nipples would be sore for a week. The low setting is nice- roughly like your mouth. Of course, the whole experience was weird since the Doctor was here. He freaked me out a bit. I'm physically and emotionally exhausted. Why don't you fuck me? Being on this machine seems to cry out for that. I'm too tired to cum now but later today I'd love to be milked and fucked like you promised."

Mike took off his pants and moved in behind Becca. It was a bit of a struggle but he soon had her skirt flipped up and her panties down to her knees to expose her ass and pussy. Her pussy was wet and welcoming. His hands grabbed her hips as he thrust into her. Mike pounded her saying, "This machine was made for hard fucking. You feel great." He climaxed in a few minutes and collapsed on Becca's back.

In the evening Mike and Becca used the machine again. He strapped her in and switched off her controls saying, "You are now officially at my mercy. Initially I'm going to leave the machine off and just enjoy you being strapped down. When I'm ready I'll set the suction at low so we can prolong the experience. If it drains you completely and you need me to shut it off you'll have to trust to my judgment. In the meantime I'm going to play with your pussy. Then I'm going to fuck it hard and deep. If either of us can stand up when I'm done I'll be surprised."

Mike again found the machine presented Becca in a most inviting, exposed manner. He crouched behind her and explored her pussy with his lips and tongue. After a few minutes he turned the suction on so he could tease Becca's pussy while the machine worked on her tits.

Becca was soon panting and crying out as the man-machine combination brought her to a giant climax. Mike added two fingers to her pussy and her orgasm seemed to continue for over a minute at a lower intensity. In a little while Becca asked plaintively for the pump to be switched off. "It's too much. I'm too empty and too exhausted to be milked any more. Fuck me now!"

Mike switched the machine off, stood and slid his cock into her. His hands went to her hips and he buried himself to his balls. Using his hands for extra power he thrust forcefully in and out of his exposed lover. Having come frequently over the past few days Mike's balls weren't ready to ejaculate anything. He pounded Becca for at least ten minutes and felt his cock gradually get teasingly close to orgasm. For several more minutes his cock burned with the 'close to orgasm' feeling but he couldn't get there. Finally, he could sense that Becca was constricting her pussy on him. The extra pressure and the thought of what she was doing finally got him over the edge. Becca grunted as Mike slammed into her. She was thankful for every bit of padding she'd glued to the frame and wondered if her thighs were going to be bruised. Mike groaned as his cock released what he guessed was a tiny load. He dropped his sweaty body over Becca's ass and softly muttered, "Wow."

On the morning after their first day with the machine Mike said, "I think the milking machine worked out very well. I will decide when and how often it's used. For now I'm thinking we might use it every other day for your early evening milking. Also, for now you'll only use it under my supervision. In the future if I'm not available I might direct you to occasionally use it on your own with the milk being saved for me."

Becca said all of that was fine with her. She then added, "I'm glad you're not relegating me to the machine. I was a little concerned that you'd gotten bored with sucking on me and wanted the machine to relieve you."

"Of course not, I love feeling your nipples in my mouth. The machine is just a little kink I thought we'd both enjoy. Based on yesterday I don't think I was wrong. You seemed to enjoy it and I've never felt so sated."

After some hesitation Mike continued, "The machine will also be useful if I'm traveling or otherwise unavailable. In that context there's another feature I should mention. Even if I'm not here I'll be able to see your milking. There's a motion activated video camera on the wall so I can watch you on the machine using the Internet."

"Oh, my."

"Jensen told me some of his commercial clients had him include remote video for security and quality control. That intrigued me. I initially thought of aiming the camera to avoid your face and posting the live feed on the web. On reflection I realized the milking time is too short and your breasts are covered so there wouldn't be much to watch.

"My current thought is to record all of your milkings and then have you edit them to create some anonymous videos. Your body needs to be seen. Guys will love watching you. More specifically, I've ordered two more cameras and a multi-camera recorder. We'll record all of your sessions but I think the ones in which I fuck you will have the action your fans will most enjoy. We'll have to figure out the best camera angles and field of view by trial and error. We'll also need to buy some editing software. It will be your job to obscure our faces and edit the raw footage to create multiple videos for the Internet.

"Obviously, your fans will want some naked tit shots so now that you know about the cameras you should plan on taking your time when you mount the machine. After you kneel you might linger a bit- stretching or even leaning back to push out your tits. On another occasion ten seconds of you fondling your swollen tits just before you lower them into the machine will give every viewer an instant hard on.

"We'll set up one camera to capture close ups that can be edited into the video. At different times we'll film your new tattoo, extreme close-ups of your nipples, your breasts slipping into the sleeves, and the milk jar gradually filling. We can move the close up camera for each session to focus on a different area. We gradually build up an inventory of footage that can be inserted at various spots in the videos.

"For one or more sessions I thought we'd both wear masks over our nose and eyes. That might produce a better video than blurring our faces by editing. For another session you'll wear a blindfold; your audience should like that.

"I also see one session starting off with you fully dressed and then doing a strip. Some shots of you fondling your nipples and touching your tat would also be great. As you can see, there's no limit to how you might excite your audience. You'll be in charge of most of the specifics as well as the editing."

Becca stared at Mike and then said, "Well, you've done it. You've gotten me aroused again by taking us to a new level of depravity. I'm going to be a porn star and as long as my face doesn't show, I'm going to love it. The idea of my actions making anonymous cocks erect has really turned me on."

The long anticipated end to Becca's drug trial finally arrived. Since she'd been one of the very few who'd had the side effects of breast enlargement and lactation the extra attention she received from the pharma company included a thorough final physical. She was also compensated for agreeing to check back physicals every 60 days for a year. They couldn't tell her what to expect physically and were almost as interested as she was to see how her body reacted.

Becca was concerned- perhaps even depressed- about her breast size since it was likely she'd return to her natural B cup. Her DDs had been great but she'd always known they were temporary. Whether she'd also stop lactating was less clear. The doctors were of little help since her body had already reacted differently than most.

Within three or four days of taking her last pill Becca's breasts started to ache a little. The ache increased over the next several days. Becca surmised that her breasts were shrinking while her milk supply was remaining constant. Her breasts were swollen and hot after 2 to 3 hours rather than after 4 to 5 hours. Waiting for her scheduled milking was becoming very difficult. It seemed similar to her earlier experience with increasing milk but she was quite sure the cause this time was smaller containers rather than an increase in the liquid.

Becca asked Mike to milk her more often to relieve her discomfort. He dismissed the idea noting that while she might be temporarily more comfortable, she'd be tricking her body into producing the same or perhaps even more milk. He observed, "It's time to let nature take its course. I think your breasts are telling your body to produce less milk."

Becca replied, "Yes. I'm pretty sure that's what's happening too but I'm conflicted. One part of me wants extra milk to keep stretching my tits even if it hurts. I'm not at all happy with the idea of my tits getting so small they can't hold the milk I've been producing."

"Your tits look great," replied Mike. "Any difference in size isn't noticeable. If they get smaller they'll still be great. I remember your B cups as beautiful. They had a perfect shape and were well suited to your body. We've both enjoyed the DDs but if they wind up smaller I'll just have to play with them more so you know I still love them.

"I guess it's time to intensify your waist training. Serious tight lacing starts tomorrow. You'll also start wearing a slightly less constrictive waist cincher when you're not corseted. With a tiny waist you'll look and feel almost as busty as you've been."

Becca wouldn't say it to Mike but his statement made her pussy wet. Her recent experience with the corset had been very arousing. In fact, she thought corseting might turn out to be the longest lasting after effect of her contract. She could envision surrendering herself to tight corsets for years. It wasn't just the waist training or constriction of the corset; having her lover lace her into the unforgiving garment was what really turned her on. It was bondage but in an almost socially acceptable form.

The corset had been custom made for her using measurements taken shortly after her contract signing. It was an under bust style- allowing compression of the waist while she could wear any bra and remove it for access to her tits. About a month passed between taking the measurements and receipt of the garment. She'd been wearing it for about ten days except for the Saturday when she'd been involved with Dr. Jensen. After shorter stints for the first two days she now wore it almost 8 hours a day and had gotten quite used to the feeling. She knew that Mike had not tightened it as far as possible and was now excited by the prospect of starting her real waist training.

After her shower the next morning Mike assisted with the corset as he'd been doing each day. As he positioned the corset and initially snugged the laces he said, "Today I'm going to seriously corset you; neither of us knows if you'll be able to last all day. Fortunately we'll both be here all day. It's up to you to keep me informed as to how you feel today before I corset you and send you off to work tomorrow."

Becca agreed. "I'm not too concerned about passing out or anything. I'm more anxious about whether I'll be able to sit down at work. There is a new movement that encourages office workers to stand at tall desks rather than sit all day. They say it's healthier. Maybe I'll have to look into that."

Mike slowly worked the laces from the top and bottom to make the entire corset much tighter. Finally he announced that he was done. Becca's breathing was constrained; she felt a wave of panic as she was forced to take shallower breaths. She walked around the bedroom slowly and wondered out loud,"I'm not sure I can do this. It's not painful but my body doesn't feel normal. I feel as if I'm in a body cast."

"Okay. Let's just see how it goes. I can loosen it or take it off if it's too much. Tell me if you feel faint and don't go up or down the stairs unless I'm with you."

"Okay."

Mike then said, "Don't get dressed. Just put on a robe and let's make the bed and do the laundry. The distraction of doing something around the house might help you adjust." With Mike doing any tasks that required bending Becca cleaned up their bedroom, assembled and sorted the laundry. After loading the washer she felt better. 

"My crisis has passed; I starting to believe I can do this. With you nearby, I'm going to try sitting down in the kitchen. I think I can do that; sinking into an upholstered chair might be more problematic."

Becca was able to sit down and rise from a straight back chair. She did it several times and then said, "I know I look stiff but physically I can handle this. I'm concerned about being in the office. Everyone will see I can't bend and am moving stiffly. I don't know whether to lie and claim an injury or confess the truth."

"That's up to you. You'll probably be corseted for the rest of the year. If you lie you'll need to keep the lie going for a year."

"I know. That would be difficult. I'm okay with telling the truth to the women in the office. My problem is with the men. They leer at my tits all of the time even though I've tried to dress conservatively. Letting them know I'm wearing a corset will be like tossing raw meat to a pack of wolves."

"It's up to you. I agree that the word 'corset' has lots of sexual connotations. Perhaps a half truth would be logical. Tell them you're wearing a back brace. Of course, even if they don't say it out loud the guys will joke with each other that your back hurts because your tits are so big. That's how guys are. I guess I never asked you- did you ever tell anyone at the office how your chest went from a B to a DD? Do they all assume you got implants?"

"No. I told the women the truth about the drug trial since I needed to make rest room trips for the breast pump. I also had wet spots on my blouse a couple of times. I had to tell the women to dispel any gossip about my being pregnant. I gave them permission to share the enlargement info with the men if it came up but asked them not to talk about the lactation. I've never told anyone about our contract. I may be a perv but I'm a private one. I'm not really sure if any of the guys know some or all of the truth about my breasts but they certainly stare at them a lot."

"Of course they stare. Men love big tits and on your taut body yours are spectacular. Perhaps you need to recognize that you're every guy's wet dream. Whether you like it or not, you're a sex object. I give you credit for dressing discretely at work but you can't hide your body from horny guys. I guess I wouldn't mention the word 'corset' if you don't want to be pestered even more but you might as well accept that every man at the office fantasizes about you. They've all pictured you naked and they've all thought about fucking you.

"Isn't that an aspect of having big tits that you've secretly enjoyed? I saw how you reacted to my plans for the videos. You like the idea of flaunting your tits. You liked it when I said you'd give everybody a hard on."

"Well, yes. I guess I do like flaunting my body -- at least when nobody can see my face. I'm also going to like the public milkings you've planned using the videos. I can't wait to start those. You've certainly drawn out my inner perv."



Meeting After Ten Years Ch. 06



Becca sheepishly greeted Dr. Jensen at her front door. Mike was away on business and had instructed her to contact and interact with the strange man. Without Mike present she was even more embarrassed than she'd been when they'd first met. At that time Mike had done all of the talking and she'd merely had to cooperate. This time she was personally asking the Doctor for his unique services. She couldn't hide behind any pretext that she was merely accommodating Mike's fetish. She'd had to explain to him on the phone that her breasts had gotten smaller by about a cup size and ask for his help. They'd scheduled this mid-day house call and he was right on-time.

Becca escorted Dr. Jensen downstairs to what had been their rec room. The door to the room now bore a brass sign, "Milking". It had been Jensen who'd first referred to it as the "Milking Room" and the couple had adopted the term for their private use. The sign reflected Mike's constant effort to push Becca out of her comfort zone. Becca was enjoying the new sexy edge in her life. She was frequently embarrassed but also aroused by Mike's challenges. She didn't mind the sign on the door; in fact, she found it rather erotic. She did, however, insist it be removed when a repairman or other stranger might be in the basement area. As she'd repeatedly told Mike she might be a perv but she was generally private about it.

On entering the room the Doctor went immediately to the Measurement Journal. He scanned the entries and said, "These figures say your weight is down one pound, your bust size has dropped by an inch but your waist is down a full two or three inches. The change in your waist seems out of proportion. Is that a mistake?"

Becca blushed and said, "No. It's right. As you'll see in a minute Mike has been training my waist with tight corseting. The corset constricts me by about 4 inches. The figures in the book are without the corset, of course. I don't spend too much time out of the corset or a cincher but my waist is more than two inches smaller than before without the corset."

The Doctor accepted the answer as perfectly logical, crossed the room and picked up the Milk Journal. Again he scanned the entries but he made no comment. Becca knew they indicated her production had gradually dropped as her breasts had gotten smaller but seemed to now be stable.

Jensen made a cursory inspection of the milking machine he was there to adjust and said, "I trust the machine is working well?"

"Yes. Everything is fine. I called because my breasts have dropped a full cup size and hoped you could make the needed adjustments."

"Okay. Let's see what we have. Disrobe and mount the machine. Are your breasts full?"

"Yes. It's time for my noon milking."

The Doctor waited as Becca took off her blouse and bra. He could now see the tightly laced under-bust corset which defined her tiny waist and made her tits look all that much larger. Jensen took two steps closer and bent to examine Becca's nipples up close. He observed, "Good. There's no sign of irritation."

He stepped back and gestured for Becca to mount the machine. She knelt on the machine and stiffly leaned forward- the corset obviously restricting her ability to bend naturally. Dr. Jensen said, "Lower your breasts into the sleeves slowly. Let me get a good look at the fit from the top."

When she'd pressed her breasts into the milking sleeves Dr. Jensen dropped to kneel next to the machine. Becca could soon feel his hands fondling each breast through its latex sleeve. Jensen then pulled back and said, "I think I can help. Lift your breasts out- just rest on your forearms while I draw in the bands to their smallest setting. I think you'll be okay with them drawn in. If your breasts reduce any more we'll be looking at new scans and new sleeves."

The Doctor pulled one or two tools from his kit and his upper body disappeared under the machine. Becca remained as he'd directed with her milk filled breasts hanging heavily below her. She wasn't worried about being naked before this man; he didn't seem to look at her tits with lust as all other men did. In fact, she was thrilled that his expertise was going to improve the machine's fit which would save the embarrassment of new scans. While Jensen ignored her sexually, the 3D-copy techs had been lecherous young men whom she had no desire to see again.

After five minutes the Doctor told Becca to lower her breasts slowly into place. He asked and she confirmed that the fit seemed as it was on her first day. The Doctor told her to turn on the machine in the usual way and proceed with her milking while he observed.

Becca set the timer for five minutes and the machine started its multiple actions. The bands on the sleeves cycled through their squeezing routine and the latching mechanisms stimulated and the enveloped her nipples. The suction started and Becca moaned as her milk let down and started flowing. She soon became sexually aroused but fought to hide that fact from the Doctor. She usually had one or two climaxes during a milking session; hiding her excitement was difficult and frustrating. Jensen stayed in a crouch and was intently watching the action at Becca's breasts. She wondered if he was aroused at all or merely observing his invention.

At the end of the specified time the machine released Becca's nipples and switched off. Becca was sexually frustrated but otherwise felt much better. Having almost empty breasts was a great feeling. She thought wistfully that if Mike were there he'd fuck her in place on the machine bringing them both great sexual pleasure. That's how it should be; without sexual release the milking process seemed strangely incomplete. The Doctor asked and she responded that the sleeves seemed to fit well and the machine had drained her the way it had on its first day. She wished the Doctor wasn't still there; with some privacy she'd bring herself off in a flash.

Jensen seemed to sense Becca's embarrassment or discomfort saying, "Well, my work is done. I'll leave you to record your production and clean up. I'll show myself out."

Becca thanked him and said goodbye from her prone position. As he turned to leave Becca felt a wave of arousal at the prospects of being alone. She'd get her sexual release very soon. Almost at the same moment the two video cameras trained on the milking area came to mind. They'd been in place for two weeks but the couple hadn't done much more than experiment with angles and distances. She promptly decided that she'd make a show of her masturbation. In due course she'd edit the scene into one of her future Internet postings. She was about to take the first step in becoming an anonymous porn star.

She took a few seconds to look around for the portable camera they had just gotten for close-ups. It was on a tripod off to the side of the room. It would need to be moved and switched on. The other two cameras were motion activated and had presumably been running throughout the Doctor's visit. She knew their locations and respective fields of view. 

As she heard the condo's front door close Becca raised her chest off the machine. She stopped in the kneeling upright position and made a mental note of the height of her breasts above the padded edge of the machine. She rose and retrieved the tripod and close-up camera. She positioned the unit next to the machine and adjusted the height. She then aimed the camera at the point in the air she believed would fall immediately between her breasts and switched it on.

Becca peeled her skirt and panties off and tossed them to a corner. She made a quick survey of the room to make sure the areas visible to the cameras were neat. She knelt in position and visually confirmed the close-up camera's alignment as best she could. She then leaned forward and lowered her breasts into the milking sleeves deciding to edit out all of her prior movements. She'd start her video scene in the milking position as if she'd just completed a session and take it through orgasm. She paused as she 'blocked' the scene she was planning- a term she'd picked up as she'd researched making videos. Mike and the future audiences of her video would love it. 

Taking a deep relaxing breath, she silently said, "Action" to start the scene. Becca very slowly lifted her breasts out of the machine. She used her arms for support but consciously placed her left arm further back so that it wouldn't block the #2 camera's view of her tits. She languidly moved to an upright kneeling position. As she moved Becca noticed a droplet of milk on her left nipple- a detail she couldn't have planned but which would give the scene a fantastic highlight.

On reaching the vertical position Becca subtly arched her back to show off her breasts. Her hands came up to her breasts and she caressed them from beneath. She was careful to leave her nipples exposed and in particular handled her left breast gently so as to not disturb the hanging droplet. She squeezed her other breast more firmly. She knew how Mike loved it when she did that. He said watching her breast change shape as it was fondled was very sexy. He'd even mentioned that on a video that would demonstrate they were all natural. Becca moved her hand about as she fondled her soft breast- pretending Mike was directing her action for his pleasure.

Leaving her left nipple with its droplet precariously hanging, Becca slowly dropped her left hand to her Venus mound. She couldn't see below her large chest but she visualized the tattoo on her Mound and positioned her hand to the side in the hope of calling attention to her art. After pausing there she brought her hand lower to caress her pussy. Her arousal soon returned to its previous high as she teased herself and visualized how she must look to each of the three cameras.

A glance to her left nipple confirmed the droplet was still clinging but might drop at any time. Becca abandoned her right breast for the moment. She extended her right forefinger and brought it slowly toward her left nipple. She cocked her head to make it obvious that she was staring at her nipple. In a few seconds her fingertip was smearing the tiny drop of milk over her nipple and Becca was groaning with sexual excitement. Her thumb and forefinger played roughly with the wet nipple which sent shock waves straight to her pussy. Her nipple was extremely sensitive from the milking but a good part of Becca's arousal came from her visualizing men watching her. She loved the idea that her actions were being recorded and would be the cause of many hard cocks.

It was with that thought that Becca hoped she could prolong the scene- with every second she could imagine more guys tuning in and getting hard. She wondered how many cocks she could tease and how many would explode as the guys beat off watching her. She soon realized she was just too excited to keep the scene going. The fingers of her left hand found her clit and brought her to a crashing climax in a few more seconds. Ever mindful of the camera Becca toyed with both nipples and roughly fondled both breasts as she orgasmed. While she couldn't see it she knew her face reflected her arousal as she groaned through her climax- she could only hope the camera was capturing what she felt.

Finally, as her orgasm resolved Becca rose from the kneeler. She arched her back and made an effort to keep her chest exposed to what she thought of as 'camera #1'. She pulled a baby wipe from the dispenser mounted on the machine and carefully wiped both nipples for the camera. She moved to the side of the machine and removed the collection jar that was 3 quarters full as she'd expected. Bringing the jar slowly up to her face she stared at the milk for a moment and caressed one of her breasts before capping the jar and placing in the refrigerator to close out the scene. 

Becca dressed and then ran through the several tasks needed to record her milk volume, clean the machine and ready it for the next milking. As she finished she heard the phone ring. She ran upstairs to answer it and was pleased to hear Mike's voice.

He took her by surprise saying, "Even though I'm 500 miles away, I was watching you in the Milking Room. You were very hot and I've got an achingly hard cock to prove it."

Becca blushed. She smiled at the thought that she was embarrassed now but hadn't been while she was planning and carrying out her performance.

Mike continued, "I saw that you used the close-up camera but my live feed was only from camera #1. Tell me about your performance- slowly and in detail. Be sure to include the details you think the close-up camera saw while I play with the cock and balls you filled. Make me cum."

"Oh my. Well, I've already gotten dressed. Let me at least take off my blouse and bra. It will help us both focus on the details. I'll put you on the speakerphone so I can have two hands free for the details you'll enjoy most. I've really missed you." In a little while Becca had the speakerphone on and said, "Okay. I'm now standing here in the front hall- topless- well, topless above the tight corset that makes my waist so tiny that my tits still look huge. When I stand close to the mirror I'm all tits. My nipples stick out enough that there are shadows under them from the ceiling light. That's quite sexy. When I take a step back you can see my tits and body in the mirror. Big tits and a tiny waist- just as you like me. I'm sure you can visualize how I look; the smaller waist really does make my chest look bigger. When I stand back you can see my waxed Venus Mound and the tattoo in the mirror. It's pretty small so a stranger might not pick up on what's depicted. Of course, you and I know it's my huge tit in profile with three droplets of milk. Again, just like you like me- big and dripping.

"I guess you know that creepy Dr. Jensen was here. He's such a strange guy. He read my measurements in the Journal like a statistician. Do you think he's ever seen a woman with my 37-22-36 figure? I don't think so. In the months since I've had my new body he's the only man who's ignored it- and he was seeing my breasts full, naked and being milked! He even got in real close to check my nipples. My tits were full. You know how big and sexy my nipples look when I'm ready to be milked. He must be a eunuch. I'm not really complaining; he tightened the sleeves so the machine works like new. That was good but he crouched next to me for my whole milking. My pussy was clenching and I was really horny but I couldn't let myself go in front of him. I was soooo horny by the end of the session!

"My tits were empty which felt good but they ached with my horniness. I wanted to grab them roughly to get myself off. I kept thinking of how you should be behind me- pounding into me really hard. I really missed your cock. As the Doctor left I realized I could use my horniness to make a special video for you- and for my future online audience. That got me even hotter.

"I planned the scene and set up the close-up camera so it would have a good view of my breasts and nipples. I had to estimate the camera's alignment so I hope I got it right. You could've helped a lot with the alignment. I thought through the scene as I lay on the machine enjoying the tighter sleeves. Even though I'd been drained the sleeves really hugged me tightly. It was the first time I'd pushed my tits into the sleeves when I wasn't full. That made it foreplay for my movie rather than preparing to be milked. It was really kinky.

In the few seconds it took to plan the scene I had an idea for an improvement to the machine. We need to add a padded bump that aligns with my pubic bone. Being able to grind against that would have felt really good in my horny state and I think my movements would have added to the video. It has to be removable though. It would hurt if you were pounding into me like you do and my mound was getting rammed into the bump. Maybe it can have two positions- prominent and retracted for whether you're absent or at home. I was thinking a powerful vibrator could be imbedded in the pad. I could switch it on and press against it. Mmmm.

"In any case, my planned video scene started by my lifting my chest up very slowly from the machine as if I'd just been milked. Feeling the sleeves gradually release me was hot. As my breasts cleared the machine I could see there was a droplet of milk on my left nipple. I immediately knew that you and the other men seeing the video would love it and hoped the close-up camera would capture it when I was in position. I wanted to move sensuously but I had to also move smoothly to keep my droplet in place. My nipple was swollen and erect- probably ¾ of an inch long with a big droplet of milk hanging off the edge. Can you picture it? Did you see it in the long shot? "

"Oh, yes. My cock loved the droplet in the long shot- even though everything was really small on my smart phone's little screen. My cock is throbbing with thoughts of seeing the close-up on a much bigger screen. Of course, I'm also looking forward to seeing your nipples live with real drops of milk on them that I can taste."

"Well, as you know I still had my droplet when I was kneeling up straight so it should be in the close-up. I caressed my tits from below like this. Oh. You can't see what I see in the mirror. That's a shame; you'd like it. Well, my hands are cradling each of my breasts. It looks great in the mirror. When I did this for the video I was almost faking it with my left breast since I didn't want to disturb the droplet. I'm doing that now- my left hand is just barely touching my left breast. For the video my right hand was fondling my right breast quite firmly. I'm doing that now- just as you like it. The soft flesh overwhelms my small hand. I'm leaving my nipple exposed so I can stare at it in the mirror just like you would if you were here. My nipples are really sensitive. There's no milk hanging from them now but I'm sure your tongue would enjoy playing with my big nubs. In fact, even though I'm not full I'm sure you could suck out some milk if you liked. My tits really look good in the mirror with my hands fondling them. They are beautifully shaped and so soft. I can understand why you love to touch them. I'm enjoying their weight in my fingers and watching myself in the mirror is great. Does your cock like that image- my breasts overflowing my hands and my erect nipples on display for you?"

In a heavy voice Mike replied, "Oh yes. My cock is practically bursting. I love it when you fondle you big tits for me. I'm going to cum very soon."

"Well, good. I thought you were probably getting close. Going back to the video, the droplet of milk looked like it might drop off. I brought my left hand down to my pussy. The camera should have been able to convey the big picture- that my hand was reaching down to play with myself- like I'm doing now. Oh, I'm even wetter than I was before. If your mouth was on my pussy right now I'd be cumming in seconds."

"Since you're not here, just play with your cock as I tell you what I did with the drop of milk. I know you saw it on the little screen but I doubt your phone did it justice. Let me describe how it felt. Maybe we can cum together. I'm getting pretty worked up and I can visualize your hard cock slipping through your fist. Well, for the video, I slowly took my hand away from my right breast and brought it toward my left. Picture my long forefinger with its neatly manicured nail. I'm wearing my usual dark red nail polish- the color you picked out that contrasts so well with my light colored skin. You can imagine how well it also contrasts with milk. Anyway, I brought my finger over to the drop of milk and smeared it all over my hard nipple. I then pinched my wet nipple with my thumb and forefinger. I was pretty rough as I rolled my fingers around it and squeezed. It sent shock waves straight to my pussy. Watching my milk covered nipple being assaulted and feeling the pinch coupled with my fingers playing with my clit allowed me to give myself a great climax. I'm doing all of that right now except for the milk.




Meeting After Ten Years Ch. 06



"As you can imagine my nipples are looking and feeling a little sore. First, they were sucked on by your devilish machine- that's a pretty intense experience. You've seen how swollen and red my nipples are after being in the machine. I then abused them to enhance the video scene and to get myself off. Now I'm rubbing them again. 

"I'm going to bring myself to orgasm again just like I did on camera. I'm watching myself in the mirror- so I'm seeing a big screen version of what you saw on your phone. Bigger is better- I'm sure. There's no milk but you can really see my erect nipple between my fingers. I'm squeezing my left one as if my fingers were a nipple clamp. It hurts- but it's what I need. I'm squeezing even tighter now. It's time for you to cum, too. I can't keep abusing myself for too much longer. Are you squeezing your cock? Squeeze harder. Pump it and cum for me!"

"I am. I'm cumming right now," panted Mike.

"Me, too," echoed Becca with a moan.

After a moment's recovery, Becca said, "Wow. I've never watched myself and I've never had phone sex. I've just added two more perverted pleasures to my repertoire. Perhaps we should put a speaker phone in the Milking Room before your next trip."

"I think we can use Skype for a combined video and voice feed. We'll need to look into it."

"After I shower I'm going to review the raw video footage. I hope it's good. Then again, in a few hours my tits will be swollen with milk and I can do another 'take'. I take that back. My nipples are too sore; they'll be no more scenes today. If you call up the camera at 6PM you'll find me using the machine at its lowest setting- gently draining me and building me up to a satisfying but non violent orgasm."

"That sounds sexy. I love seeing you in blatantly sexy moods but watching you being milked in a more passive mood sounds very hot right now. I'll be watching."

"Well, that's how it's going to be tonight and tomorrow. My nipples need a rest. In fact, when you come home tomorrow can you suck on me gently? My tits need to be caressed and gently drained by my lover. I'd really like that."

"I can't wait."



Meeting After Ten Years Ch. 07



Recap of Chapters 01-06: Becca had strange side effects from her participation in a drug trial. Her breasts swelled from B to more than DD. She began lactating and was horny most of the time. She loved her new body and on re-connecting with Mike after ten years found he was more than willing to service her milk filled breasts and sexual needs. They soon formed a D/s relationship that evolved into a 12 month contract giving Mike full control over Becca's breasts and milk. He timed her milkings to control her milk production. Most milkings were sexual encounters with both partners enjoying both the foreplay and climaxes. Mike also designed a custom milking machine for Becca and the couple used it to create anonymous photos and videos focused on Becca's breasts. With the end of the drug trial Becca's breast size decreased somewhat but her lactation continued. Mike used waist training to maintain Becca's dramatic figure. 

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One morning about nine months into their contract Becca confirmed that Mike would be home from work on time and said, "Good. I'm planning a nice dinner. We need to talk about some things." After a brief hesitation she added, "There's nothing wrong; we just need to have a talk."

Mike didn't press for an explanation but spent the whole day regretting that he hadn't. The phrase 'we need to talk,' was definitely not good news. He wondered what he'd done wrong or what had happened that might upset their idyllic lifestyle.

On arriving home Mike was thrilled to see Becca dressed in a sexy outfit. Her tight top framed deep cleavage. A tight skirt and heels displayed her ass and legs nicely. He enjoyed the view but more importantly felt relief that he was apparently not in trouble.

He hugged Becca and said, "You look great. Do we need to talk now or can I enjoy your body first? I'd love to bury my face between your breasts and ravish you."

"Talk first; ravishing later. Let's have some wine."

After pouring them each a glass of wine Becca directed Mike to sit on the love seat. She sat on the hassock in front of him which placed her chest about two feet in front of his face. Becca sighed and cradled her chest in her two hands saying, "I think I want my obscenely big tits back. I know I still look good. The waist training has done a lot to accentuate my breasts but I'm worried about the period after I stop lactating. I want to investigate getting big implants."

Mike felt compelled to interrupt with a compliment but she stopped him with a raised hand. She continued, "Our contract has 3 months to go and I accept that you control my breasts for that period. By the terms of the contract I can't get them enhanced until after the contract ends and of course I assume that medically I couldn't get them done while I'm lactating. I know you also have the right to extend my contract. That would make a lot of what I'm saying moot for some extra time but sooner or later I'm not going to be swollen with milk. I'm trying to plan ahead. When I stop lactating I don't want to go back to my old B cups.

"Equally important for the long term, you once told me you loved my natural feel and didn't think you'd like the feel of implants. Sooo...That's what I want to discuss."

"Okay," replied Mike. "Let's first talk about your milk. I'm still excited to suck on you regularly and intend to hold you to the full term of the contract. I haven't given it much thought but now that you've brought it up, I might want to exercise my option to extend the contract. I'm more than willing to pay the required monthly fee."

Becca replied in a sexy whisper, "Oh, you just made my pussy wet. The idea that you're enjoying my breasts enough to 'force' me to continue producing milk for you is very hot."

"Would continuing be a big imposition? I know you're the one carrying around the extra weight of the milk and enduring the discomfort when I make you wait."

"It is a bit of a burden but overall, I love having my tits swollen with milk. I have multiple orgasms every day; how could I call that an imposition? Still, we are going to have to stop at some point. Let's ignore the renewal issue for now and discuss how we both feel about my breasts after the milk is done."

"I'll love your breasts whether they have milk in them or not and at whatever size they may be," replied Mike.

"Okay," said Becca, "Let me address things a little differently. This may sound a little odd but where do you see us in 5 years? Are we going to be together?"

Mike replied, "Yes. I see us married- probably living in a small house in suburbia which might very well have a private sex room for some bondage and sex toys that we can't let anybody else see. As we've discussed, I don't see children in the picture for at least 5 years. I love you. I haven't proposed marriage to you because it didn't seem right during our contract. Our life's a little too kinky. Neither of us should think I can suck on your swollen tits every four hours forever and forever is what marriage is about. I was planning to propose after the contract. I thought we'd plan a small wedding to coincide with your body being in its natural state. That way we'll both know I'm marrying you and not just your breasts."

"Wow. For a non-proposal that was pretty romantic. It actually matches up very well with what was in my head. I didn't want you to marry me for my tits but I do love you and want to marry you." Becca paused slightly and then continued, "Okay, so I'm thrilled that you'll marry me with my natural breasts. Now the question is would you marry me if I get them enhanced? They wouldn't feel the same but they'll be bigger like they were a few months ago. Don't say anything. Let me outline my plan."

"I've done a little surfing on the Internet. There are several kinds of implants- silicon and saline for starters. There are different placements of the implants under muscles or over. There are various surgical procedures and some techniques used to reduce visible scaring. There are different brands, different shapes and, of course, different sizes. I'd like your permission to do some serious research and to visit one or more doctors during the remainder of my contract and I'd like you to participate in that research. We would be fact gathering so we can decide how to proceed. Actually, the doctor might not even be able to give advice on size and shape until after I'm done lactating and have gone back to my natural shape. There's also choosing which doctor to use. The cost varies widely and some doctors specialize in certain procedures."

Mike replied, "Okay. That all sounds reasonable."

Becca then continued, "There's more to my plan. Any good doctor is going to want to confer with me and determine my choices. You might be present for some of the consultations but he isn't going to follow your directions. He's going to want his patient to make all of her own decisions."

"Yes, of course."

"Well, that's not what I want. We'll need to be subtle around the doctor but I want you to make all of the decisions on my implants. I want you to create my new breasts for your pleasure. If you want them huge or you want them perky, that's what I want. I want them to be 'perfect' as you define it. The shape, size and feel will all be up to you; in fact, I want you to pay for them too so we'll always remember they're yours in every way possible. I gave you control over my breasts for a year under the contract; now I want to give you full control over them permanently."

"Well," said Mike, "I wasn't expecting this conversation. I think your kinky side has now fully matured. As you've said from time to time, you're a perv."

"I guess I should add that in exchange for you making my breasts 'perfect' in your eyes I'll expect you to fondle them and suck on them very often. It might not be every four hours but I will expect them to receive a lot of attention."

"That sounds fair," said Mike. "All of this talk about your breasts has made me want to suck on them right now. It's just about time for your evening milking. Can we stop talking and go into the bedroom?"

"Yes. Talking about my breasts and your control of them has gotten me excited too. Please ravish me- drain every drop with no time limits."

"Absolutely. I don't want time limits either."

The couple moved to their bedroom and shed their clothes. They lay down facing each other which was their usual position for milking. Mike moved up and kissed Becca passionately saying, "I love you. I loved the concept you've laid out about my controlling your enhancement." He then moved down and enveloped Becca's left nipple in his mouth. She gasped with arousal at the first touch of his lips. As he sucked Mike's hand cupped Becca's Venus Mound and the forward portion of her pussy giving her a soft but firm mass against which she could push. Becca was soon grinding against Mike's hand and building toward her first orgasm as he sucked hard on her distended nipple and drank her milk. She shook through one orgasm and was on the way toward a second when he moved to her other breast. The brief absence of his suction followed by new contact at her other nipple was all a part of their foreplay- sexual couplings that occurred three or four times a day but were never routine. He'd usually switch breasts two or three times and loved to hear her excitement as he latched onto a nipple again.

Becca enjoyed a second and third orgasm as Mike drained her right breast and then played with her nipple to bring her off again. He rolled her onto her back and moved his body between her knees. He buried his mouth in her pussy for their mutual pleasure holding her hips to control her movements. As Becca's excitement grew again Mike moved his body up and filled her wet pussy with his hard cock.

Since he was cumming several times each day Mike's staying power was substantial. They both knew Mike would fuck her long and hard in several positions before reaching his release. Mike thrust into Becca in the missionary position and fondled her torso with passion. After a bit he brought her legs up and pushed them up toward her shoulders which allowed him to pound into her. After a few minutes he pulled out and repositioned himself to take her from behind. This allowed him to grab her hips for leverage and gave them both the sense that he was as deep inside as possible. He thrust into her with long powerful strokes using his hands to control all aspects of his penetration. Becca grunted as he plowed in and out. He lifted her hips to change his angle and then lowered her again to enjoy the variations in feeling from one position to the other. As his groin tightened with arousal Becca squeezed her pussy around him to make it better for both of them. They both started breathing harder and each was excited by the other's arousal. His cock finally erupted and he pressed himself into Becca's body as his body shuttered with his orgasm.

When they'd recovered somewhat Becca said there was more tof her plan that Mike would probably like to hear. His eyes opened wide inviting her to explain and she responded, "We both know you loved my big tits and so I have no doubt you'd love for me to get big implants. Your only concern probably is how they'll feel.

"I was talking to my friend Mary at the gym. She's had implants for about 5 years. She suggested I arrange a "field test" for you. After talking with her that's a key part of my plan."

"Field test?"

Becca smiled and continued, "After we acquire the basic information about different kinds of implants, I'm going to set up one or two sessions when you can feel up some women with enhanced tits to determine how the various implants look and feel. Mary has already offered herself and a friend- they'll be no sex but you can examine their tits and feel them up to your heart's content.

"Of course, two sets of tits aren't enough to do a meaningful study of the alternatives. Fortunately, Mary used to live in Las Vegas and roomed with an exotic dancer. They're still good friends. Mary has spoken with her. She's sure she can assemble a collection of women with various styles of implants. For a fee she's sure they'd each be more than willing to show you their tits and have you feel them up. Mary and her friend will be two of the women. I'm thinking we should have about a dozen in total and that we'll have to pay about $200 per subject. Mary and her friend won't charge so that's about $2000 for the group plus some other expenses. I assume that's okay."

"The cost is fine. You're amazing," said Mike. "I'll take some credit for loosening you up but you're inherently much more adventuresome than anyone would ever have guessed."

Becca replied, "Adventuresome is a bit too vanilla; I'm a perv and I admit it. In this case though, I'm just being practical. I don't want to get great looking tits that you don't want to touch. Maybe doctors should offer field testing to all of their pre-surgical patients.

"On a more serious note, not all decisions on the surgery are sexy. There are stories of implants that leak and various medical risks. I'll expect you to consider those things in your selection of the doctor and of the implants you choose. I should also note that if you decide I shouldn't get implants I'll accept your decision. Of course, you'll have to live with a depressed woman with small tits rather than a sexy big busted one but it's your decision."

Over the next month the couple researched the alternative products and techniques. They also did some due diligence work on the area's doctors who seemed to perform most of the surgeries. They settled on two who seemed worth an in person consultation and made appointments with them on successive days. Becca told Mike he should refer to him as her husband; otherwise the doctor's office might be concerned about privacy laws. While he'd make all of the decisions she suggested that for the consults he should let her do most of the talking.

Mike accompanied Becca to the first doctor who escorted them into his private office for an initial conference. Becca explained her desire to have DDs or larger but called attention to her lactation which she thought might be an issue. The doctor responded that he'd never had a lactating woman ask about implants. Becca gave him a short explanation of how her breasts had increased dramatically in size as an unexpected side effect of a drug trial and that lactation had followed. She hadn't been pregnant and didn't have a child. She was embarrassed but explained that Mike and she enjoyed his sucking on her breasts and hence the milk had continued after the drug trial ended. Her breasts had decreased in size a little but were still significantly larger than her original B cups. She added that she assumed she couldn't have the augmentation done while she was lactating but wanted to get her research done now so there wouldn't be a delay when the time came.

With that explanation the doctor nodded to indicate his understanding. Becca produced what she jokingly referred to as 'before' and 'after' photos. She had two photos from several years before showing her B cup breasts in a bikini at the beach. The 'after' shots were nude shots that Mike had taken when her breasts were at their largest during the drug trial and filled with milk. She explained that she'd enjoyed looking the way she did in the 'after' pictures; they represented her goal. Conversely, after having those breasts she couldn't imagine going back to the body in the 'before' photos. She noted her concerns about maintaining a 'natural feel' for Mike and wondered if there was a risk of losing sensitivity in her nipples.

The doctor noted the obvious: lactation distends the breasts. He said he wouldn't be able to assess which implants might be best for her until she stopped lactating. He observed that he used a computerized modeling program that could show her body as it might look with several alternative implants but even this would be better left until after the breasts had returned to their natural size and shape. They had a brief discussion of which brand of implants he used and whether he favored saline or silicone. The doctor's description of silicone as generally believed to give a more natural feel was consistent with the couple's prior research. He said losing sensitivity was very rare. Becca thanked the doctor and they left without her even taking off her blouse.

On the drive home Becca expressed her disappointment at what she viewed as their lack of progress. They hadn't learned anything more than they already knew or expected. Mike agreed but reminded Becca that she looked great. "It's not as if you need anything done right now," he said. "Everything is fine as it is."

They went to the scheduled consult with the second doctor the next day. Becca decided she'd be more assertive than she'd been with the first doctor. She immediately explained her unusual lactation and her desire to have her breasts augmented without delay when she stopped lactating. She spread her 'before and after' photos out for the doctor noting that her waist was now smaller so that her breasts might not need to be quite as large as those in the 'after' photo. She said, "I thought you could examine me and give me some preliminary advice."

The doctor studied the pictures and said, "You were at least an "E" when those pictures were taken. Let's go into the exam room and let me see how you look now. The size of your overall upper body has a lot to do with how your breasts are carried and how they look. 

In a few minutes Becca was in the exam room wearing only a paper gown with the opening in the front. The doctor rejoined the couple and had Becca stand on a small platform surrounded by lights. He instructed her to hold the gown open while he examined her breasts. He then asked her to remove the gown and he moved slowly around her. He asked when she'd last emptied her breasts and Becca was pleased to say it had been only a half hour before the appointment.

The doctor handled Becca's breasts gently- lifting them and pressing on them in various spots with two extended fingers. He was totally professional but Becca felt her pussy moistening. It was hot to have a stranger studying your tits so intimately- especially since he was thinking how he could make them look even better than they already were.

The doctor said, "Obviously I can get a sense of your breast shape since you're not carrying too much milk but your glands are still swollen and active. You appear to have very well shaped breasts. I can certainly work with them for what you want. It'll take at least a month after you stop lactating for your breasts to return to their stable size and shape. You shouldn't assume they'll return to their previous "B" cup size. They'll probably be a little larger and a bit more pendulous. Your areolas will be darker and your nipples more prominent. We really can't predict these things. You have a very small waist and a slim build. Breasts of the DD size will look extremely large. When you're done lactating we'll do some computer modeling so you can confirm what size you want to be. I know some people think bigger is always better but there is the potential for future back pain from carrying so much weight. I'm told that buying clothes can also be a life- long challenge. Ready to wear clothes aren't cut to fit true hour glass bodies. Those are all issues that only you can assess."

Becca mentioned Mike's and her concern about how natural implants would feel and which kinds might be the most natural. She outlined the field test she was planning and said "Could you give me a list of the typical implant variables I might want to screen for so I assemble a group of women that represent all or most of the key variables. "

The doctor smiled and said, "I guess 'feel' is especially important to you and Mike. It doesn't help with that but I assume you've seen the websites that show lots of before and after pictures. They list the implant styles and surgical placements. They should give you some idea of the visual differences." Becca said they'd seen those sites.




Meeting After Ten Years Ch. 07



The doctor then said, "Based on Mike's presence here and on your 'field test' idea I gather Mike is an active participant in your decision making process. That and your concern about 'feel' suggest you're thinking of 'feeling' in a sexual context. Let me be very candid. Augmentation is about the visual. While many people say enhanced breasts feel great I'd have to say they feel great for gentle fondling but they're not going to feel as good for either person if you're talking about rough grabbing or squeezing. The implant can't mimic the fluidity of the natural breast since the gel is encased in a sac with limited flexibility. I'm not trying to persuade you one way or another; I'm just saying that the word 'feeling' can be misleading.

"Mike, do you watch porn that features large breasts?"

Mike blushed and hesitated but then said, "Yes...occasionally."

The doctor said, "Well, perhaps you've noticed that actresses with augmented breasts may touch their breasts but they're not rough with them. They don't grab and handle themselves roughly and the male actors treat them the same way. That's not a coincidence. I guess what I'm saying is that your field test could be misleading. If you touch the women in a gentlemanly way you'll conclude that everyone feels natural. If you were to grab them as you might during passionate sex it might not be the same. I'm not just referring to the man's sense of touch. It can also be very uncomfortable for the woman to have her flesh pinched against the implant. I wouldn't want either of you to draw conclusions from your 'test' and be disappointed later when you're in bed together and Mike's a little rougher."

The doctor then continued, "As to your question about planning your test I'd say the most important criteria would be to select women who have your body type and have had their implants at least a year. Be sure to ask about their pre-surgical breast size and only pick those who've gone up at least two full cup sizes as you plan on doing. Remember that the 'before' size and shape has an effect on the 'after'. The same implants will produce a different look in different women. I guess what I'm saying is to look at your test as a fun experience for your husband and perhaps an opportunity to see numerous enhanced breasts up close for a visual comparison. Unless you enlist at least a hundred women and apply scientific screening to their selection your test isn't going to be too predictive of your personal results."

Following their medical consults the couple agreed they'd acted prematurely. Until at least a month after Mike decided to end Becca's lactation the subject of her breast augmentation was moot. While Becca seemed a little down about this Mike pointed out that augmentation also wasn't needed until that time saying, "Your tits are currently very ample by anybody's measure. They look huge on your body. Aren't you happy with them right now? You are, aren't you?"

Becca agreed that her only concern was for the future. She was satisfied with her current look. Acknowledging that she didn't have any immediate problem seemed to make her feel better.

Early the next day Mike said he wanted to follow up on their earlier talk. He said, "I've been thinking and believe I have a new proposal for you. Let me outline my whole plan before you ask questions or form any opinions."

"Okay. I'm listening."

Mike paused and started speaking slowly, "I was studying your breasts as the doctor examined you. They're perfect as they are. The lactation has made them fuller all over while preserving their great shape. Of course, your nipples are great. They're always erect and seem anxious for my mouth. They're probably twice as big as they were when we were in college. I guess what I'm saying is that I doubt that implants could match or improve upon what you've got right now."

Becca whispered, "Thank you," but then stayed quiet.

Mike continued, "I'm thinking we should enter into a new contract to be effective at the end of the current one. I haven't drafted it yet but it will essentially extend the existing contract for two years with my option to extend it for a third year. There wouldn't be any payments during the two years; the option would provide for monthly payments like before. More specifically, we'll keep your breasts swollen with milk in lieu of surgery. The contract will be on the same terms as the old one- I'll have total control over your breasts and milk. You'll keep producing milk and I'll keep draining it- usually with my mouth but also with the milking machine or other devices I may create. I think we can call this contract our "Prenup;" we'll get married during the first month.

"I'll include a contract provision that gives me control over any decisions relating to breast enhancement. If I decide you'll get implants we'll do it promptly after the lactation ends and I'll pay for them. I have to say though that based on the doctor's talking about rough sex I'm not sure I want you to get them. I love to grab you roughly and feel your softness conform to my hand. Well, again, by keeping you swollen with milk we don't need to deal with the implant issues.

"I should note that even if the subject of implants is deferred you did really get my attention with your field test idea. The contract will have a section in which you agree to arrange for the field test for me in Las Vegas during the contract term. I'll agree to follow your rules and to pay all of the expenses."

Becca said, "Wow. I think I heard a marriage proposal buried amid the breast talk. Can I expect something a little more romantic?"

"Yes, of course; that's all planned. For now I just wanted to make it clear that we wouldn't be delaying marriage because of the contract extension. I guess I should add that in the marriage we'll be equals but if there's a conflict the contract will control. In other words, in matters relating to your breasts, milking, corseting and clothing- anything covered by the contract, my control will be unquestioned. In other matters we'll treat each other as equals and each have an equal say. I think that's how we've been living over the past several months so there shouldn't be any change."

"Okay, that sounds great to me," replied Becca. "Your control of our sex life has been very enjoyable for me. I'm going to suggest one revision to what you outlined. Mary and I have both been excited about the field test and have already made some arrangements so the timing of the test should be up to me."

Mike smiled and said, "Oh. Well I guess I'll have to cooperate."

"Yes, you do. We've already picked a weekend and made preliminary hotel reservations. The test will be on the first Saturday of next month. We'll be arriving in Las Vegas on Friday night and staying through Sunday. Mary is traveling and staying with us in a two bedroom suite. She'll be one of the test subjects but otherwise it's hands off. Don't get any ideas about a threesome or any sexual contact with her. Okay?"

"Yes. Of course."

"Likewise, with all of the test subject women you'll have free reign to touch, fondle and feel up their tits during the test but there's going to be no sex or other physical intimacy. I've hired a plastic surgeon's nurse who is going to create a checklist for screening our applicants. Mary and her friend are doing the screening. The nurse will be at the test to record the stats of our participants so we'll have a record of the variables. I'll also get a photographer so we have a close-up visual record of each set of breasts.

"If it all works out I thought this might evolve into a small business. We could offer field tests 2 or 3 times a year in Las Vegas. I think we might get pre-surgical women as well as men who'd like to see and feel various enhanced breasts before committing to implant surgery. We're recruiting the Las Vegas women using the possibility of recurring sessions as an incentive plus the $200 we're going to pay each of them for this session."

Mike said, "You've obviously given this a lot of thought. I'm ready to do my part."

Over the next three weeks Becca frequently teased Mike about the upcoming weekend in Las Vegas. On one occasion she reminded him that he was going to be fondling more voluptuous breasts in an hour than most OBGYNs touch in a week and they have to be very clinical in every touch. She teased that during the field test a lot of his blood would be swelling his cock; she hoped he'd have enough blood left for his brain to able to evaluate the test subjects. Several times she noted that he controlled her breasts now and for the indefinite future. He could make her new breasts even bigger than the ones he was going to fondle in the field test or he could make them sit higher or lower on her chest- whatever he felt was 'perfect'. 

One evening after she'd been milked and enjoyed two orgasms Becca promptly rose from the bed and stood next to it. Mike hadn't yet had the chance to get off; his cock was throbbing. She looked back at Mike and said, "Stand behind me and feel me up- you should practice for Las Vegas." Mike smiled and stood up as she suggested.

As Mike groped Becca's soft tits she said, "You need to stand back a little. I can feel your hard cock on my ass. I don't want our test subjects thinking you're a perv trying to rub off on them."

Mike replied, "Well you've left me very horny and hard right now and I'll have pants on then."

"Yes, I guess pants will help. Maybe you should wear a jock strap that day. I think you'll be very hard and horny during the test. You'd be dead if you didn't have a huge hard-on from feeling up a bunch of erotic dancers with big tits." Becca squirmed a little and then continued, "How do I feel- soft?"

"Yes. You feel great." As he spoke Mike turned their bodies and positioned Becca so she could lean forward and hold the bedpost. He spread her legs with his foot and made it clear that he intended to fuck her from behind. She was more than cooperative- pushing her ass back in an enticing gesture. Mike used his hand to guide his cock into her. She was deliciously wet and eager for his penetration as she always was. He fucked her hard using his hands on her hips for extra power. The bed shook as Becca was pounded and needed the support of the bedpost to hold her position.

As he thrust into her Mike reached up with his left hand to the outside of Becca's left breast just barely touching her. With each in and out movement of his cock her breast swung forward and back rubbing gently across his open palm. Mike said, "When the doctor mentioned implants in porn movies he reminded me of how natural breasts bounce up and down violently as yours are doing now. In videos that's one of the most obvious differences between natural and enhanced tits. Breasts with implants don't move very much. Even when the woman is being fucked hard her breasts don't change shape or move around. I guess it doesn't really matter; it's just a difference. I do really enjoy watching you bounce though."

After about five minutes his passion peaked and his cock exploded inside of her. The couple collapsed onto the bed where Mike lovingly caressed Becca's tits from behind.

Becca said, "I'm glad you like the way my tits feel. It's recently come to mind that I'm not really as soft as I once was since I'm all swollen. Because of the lactation you haven't really felt my natural tits since college. As the doctor said, even after I've been drained I have milk glands that are swollen. My breasts are constantly making more milk for you. So I decided that I should plan another surprise for you in the test in Las Vegas. 

"For the field test you have to remember that ultimately your choice is not between natural or enhanced DDs. It's between my natural Bs or- maybe Cs, and enhanced DDs. You've been feeling my swollen tits for so long I suspect you've forgotten what real naturals feel like. So in Las Vegas I'm including two women as test subjects for you to feel that don't have implants or milk. One has B cups and the other has Cs."

Mike said, "You've really thought of everything."

The Las Vegas weekend finally arrived. In addition to their two bedroom suite they rented an adjacent room with a connecting door for the day of the test. The nurse would use that room to greet each woman, record her information and assign her an ID number. The data would include as many stats as possible about her implants' brand, style, size and placement. No names would be used. Each woman would simply carry a cardboard card with her number written on it.

The twelve test subjects were scheduled to arrive every thirty minutes with a break after the sixth in case they fell behind. About 15 minutes was budgeted for each woman's greeting/data collection in the extra room and getting her clothes off in the suites' master bedroom. She was then to move to the living room for Mike's touching. When he was done she'd then be directed over to the side of the room where a photographer was waiting to take two clinical photos of her torso and breasts against a plain background to which her ID number was pinned. In the meantime Mary would have moved her clothes from the first bedroom to the second bedroom which the subject could use to dress in private. She'd pick up her payment and leave by the suite's second entry door. This allowed for each woman to be alone through the process and gave Mike a few minutes to dictate his thoughts into a recorder without embarrassing the subject.

Becca sat in the living room near Mike taking some notes. As each woman entered she introduced herself as Mike's wife to be and the person who was getting implants. She asked each woman to say a little about her implants such as her before and after cup size, whether she had saline or silicone, whether they were under or over the muscle and how well she liked them. 

From Mike's perspective the parade of naked dancers with oversized tits was any guy's wet dream. Mike's first tease was seeing the each attractive woman fully clothed walk into his bedroom where he knew she'd be undressing for him. They wore everything from jeans and sweatshirts to cocktail dresses. Even dressed he could see each was well shaped. Each subject would then enter his living room with her tits on display and walk toward him wearing only panties and shoes. Each body seemed more voluptuous than the last and each set of tits looked perfect. Since each woman used her body to earn her living she'd walk in boldly and with no false modesty. She wasn't trying to act sexy but each woman carried herself in an inherently sexy way. Mike couldn't help but notice they all had great legs. It made him smile to think he could appreciate their legs even as he was concentrating on their beautiful big tits.

Mike exchanged awkward hellos with each woman and made a mental note of her identifying number. He then eagerly fondled her breasts while they faced each other. He found himself complimenting each woman saying, "Mmm...You have beautiful breasts. They look and feel great." Since each woman appeared before him separately he used exactly the same words with each woman and felt amused by that. It was the height of decadence to have a beautiful woman to feel up impersonally and then to move on to another.

In each case, he spent about 30 seconds feeling the woman's breasts in the face to face position. He would then ask the woman to turn away from him and he'd move up close behind her being careful not to rub his cock against her ass. He would then reach around her from the rear to cup her breasts. This gave him a better feel as he cupped and weighed each breast. Again, he felt compelled to say, "Very nice; they feel great." After a brief pause he'd say "They feel very natural," whether they did or not. He'd then ask each subject, "Did you lose any sensitivity in your nipples from the surgery? Becca read somewhere that was a surgical risk." As he asked he would explore the woman's nipples a little with his fingertips. Regardless of her answer about her nipples he would then ask each subject, "Do you mind if I squeeze you harder? It's the best way for me to judge the enhancement choices that Becca has." Each woman would say it was fine and he'd cradle each breast from below with his full hand and grab her more roughly.

About half of the women grunted a little or otherwise seemed to express some discomfort with his rougher treatment. One or two essentially said his squeezing was beginning to hurt a bit and he backed off. The others were silent. All of the tits felt great to him but he sensed he was approaching a limit on rough play that he felt would be somewhat inhibiting during real life sex.

The women with the smaller natural breasts were a surprise. Mike felt nervous feeling them up since their breasts weren't technically relevant to which implants Becca might get. Nonetheless they did reflect his real choice. He was pleasantly surprised at how soft and sexy their natural flesh felt. Becca had been right that her swollen tits didn't feel as soft as pure naturals. The milk made them firmer. That was sexy in its own way but he was glad he'd felt the softer ones.

When the test was done he concluded that the true natural breasts had the best feel but of course, as a guy, he also felt 'bigger was better'. He still didn't know if he wanted Becca to get implants or not.

Becca approached him with Mary at her side and said, "Well, what's your verdict?"

Mike replied that he'd loved the experience and thanked Becca for setting it all up. He said he'd concluded silicone was the way to go and the sculpted shape implants produced a better look than round. He said he'd need to transcribe his notes and correlate them to the implant data to narrow down the variables. More important, he said was that he wasn't persuaded one way or the other about whether Becca should ever get implants. He noted the apparent discomfort he'd caused when he'd been rougher with the women. He also said the smaller natural breasts were surprisingly softer and sexier and told Becca she'd been right that he'd forgotten how they felt.

"Actually, my overall conclusion is that keeping you swollen with milk for at least two more years is the best of all worlds. Your nipples will stay big and eager for me. Your tits will be big, soft and sensuous. I'll continue to have a reason to play with your tits several times a day. After all, we both have more orgasms than anybody on the planet and your tits look and feel great. We can't improve on that." 

The photographer interrupted to say goodbye and hand them a photo DVD. As soon as he had left Mike continued, "Now, if Mary will excuse us it shouldn't surprise anyone that I'd like to be alone with Becca in the bedroom for awhile. Mary, would you debrief the nurse, pay her and collect the data sheets. We can reconvene a little later."

Becca immediately said, "Not so fast. You've kept me waiting with swollen breasts lots of times. Today you can wait with your swollen balls. I want to debrief Nurse Pam. She deals daily with women who are getting implants or who already have them. She may have some insights beyond the data. I'll deal with your needs in perhaps an hour. Don't touch your cock. I'm looking forward to releasing your tension. I'm expecting it to be rather explosive. For the longer term I'm looking forward to being swollen with milk for you. It's a little intimidating to say I'll produce milk for you for a period measured in years but I also find it very hot."